A mafia member and a waiter? Possible. But there is more going on in this book. Paranormal and cruel shit? Sure.
You'll see for yourself.
7 different men with 7 different stories meet each other in a wild adventure about the struggle of different...
7:06 pm. The bus should have been here almost 20 minutes ago. He thought, angrily wrinkling his nose. Sitting there on a bench thankful he wasn't getting wet, even if rain usually didn't bother him. He stared at his phone, just the black screen, reflecting his pale face. And he was so tired, you could see the word tiredness written on his face.
He looked around out of bordomeness. He could see just see a few lights, blurry in the distance. It was actually a perfect day to stay home: A cold October day, a bit windy and uncomfortable. "But I just had to go out and get that damn crap for Joon." He snarled, knowing that nobody would hear his complaints anyway. "Just because that dumpass got a fucking cold last night. It had tobe that way."
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He then saw a girl across the street, sitting alone on the sidewalk. If she didn't have the bright red umbrella, he wouldn't even have recognized her. For how long has she been sitting there? She just sat there staring in front of her, and if Yoongi's eyes didn't fool him, she cried. Again, he looked at the time; 7:11. I'm usually not that guy, but I can't let a probably 8 year old girl sit there in the cold. Not looking wether any cars came he crossed the road walking straight up to the girl. She didn't look up. Did she even notice him?
"Uh.. Hey. Can I.. help you?" She still didn't respond. Oh my god. Why am I doing this. He kneeled to see her face. Her eyes were closed and tears flowed down her cheeks. She made tiny sobs and said whith a trembling voice: "Go away. Y- you're a bad guy. I don't want to die again." "What are you talking about, dying again? What do you mean? I'm not a bad guy." And that's a lie. I'm worse than you can imagine.
"Ok, look. If you don't want me to help you I'll go. But don't say I didn't try to help you." He sighed, more annoyed than before. He turned around not suspecting anything bad. As suddenly a screaming, no, almost a screaching made him wince with surprise. Immidiately turning around, he saw the girl standing there, the umbrella on the ground and eyes wide open. Her face looked horrifying: the jaw dropping so low, you could believe it was broken and huge, only black eyes staring into his soul.
The next moment she disappeared, leaving him standing there, mouth and eyes wide open. No, she didn't run, walk or even fly away. She just blopped away. As if she was a bubble. The umbrella, still laying on the floor moved a bit from the wind.
Disbelieving what just happened, he looked around for more witnesses. But he was alone. "HOLY FUCK! What just happened? What the actual- In the name of my holy ass-" He couldn't even move, paralyzed by what he just had witnessed. "I've seen a lot. But this. This can't be topped by anything. Nobody. Nobody will believe me."
He looked around again, but there was still no sight of living being. "Tell me this was just a dream, please. There are no ghosts, right? No ghosts. They don't exist. Right. No ghosts. Period." Calming down a bit he decided to go downtown and take the underground instead of waiting for a dump bus that wouldn't come anyways.
