Sunday night

Chapter 1-The news-lady

A quiet night in november. The sunday lasted for two and a half hours. Edwin, a 14 year old boy sat in the cellar with a quite big tv and a small brown table covered by empty soda-cans and half-empty candy bags. Outside were the dark-green, dead grass covered by frost and orange,red and yellow leaves. Under a giant grey fog-layer, the sky were as black as a demon's eyes. Indoors at Edwin the news was on tv.

He had'nt really thought about it until he heard a soft lady-voice with an york-accent who said:-More and more murders have been reported all around in Europe. 97 percent of the murders have been on 12-17 year old people. The rumors says that it is most likely the murders are caused because of a new and more powerful mafia-gang. As we barely know, the police have no idea of any suspects. They nor do know the intention with the murders.

Suddenly the news-reporter becomes quiet. Her two pupils expands vastly. She open her mouth in an attempt to say something, but the only thing  that comes out is a whispering sound;- Dead...Prince... The lady's face becomes as pale as a corpse, her eyes becomes as black as the sky outside. And in a few seconds she has some kind of slimey grey-brown tentacles before the hole lady drips down and turns into a big pond of blood, The picture on the tv gets black. Edwin lies on the sofa, scared. He has a huge lust  to sleep, but he does'nt dare to, not after all the things he heard about on the news. He thinks about all the horrible things that can happen to him if he sleeps, maybe one of the leaders in the mafia-gang is waiting behind a corner, waiting for a change to kill him. Edwin tries to close his eyes, but he does'nt dare to do it. Suddenly the lights in the cellar glints. Edwin can sense a weak and ice-cold light appearing in the room. Edwin looks up in the ceiling.