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Fanfic: Dunkler Schatten
Subtitle: Dunkler Schatten
Chapter: the horror continues
"Nice closet to Sandra too! Thanks to you, I got detention from him again!", Christoph grumbled. "Didn't deserve it any other way. Besides, you wanted me to shock him", Sandra grinned maliciously back. "That's right. At least you challenged her", Sascha remarked in passing. "Christoph Leonard Schuster!", Sonja mimicked her hated teacher. "Cut it off, Sonja. It's really not funny," Chris grumbled back. He was always Mr. Bauer's favorite victim anyway. Besides, nobody could suffer this teacher anyway. The bell began to ring. "Come on, let's go to the 'lion's den'", laughed Sascha.
After class, the 4 friends met in front of the school to make their weekend plans. Everyone was giving up some crap, as usual, until finally Sascha uttered the idea that one could go camping again. At the words 'Camping in a dark, remote forest' Sandra felt cold as ice.But she didn't tell her friends about her dark premonition, so it was a done deal. After that they parted ways and each of the 4 went their own way home. Sascha by bus, Sonja with the tram, Sandra, as always, with her scooter and Christoph on foot again.
When she got home, Sandra threw her bag aside, threw herself on her bed (while doing this she brushed the sloping roof again) and began to think about how she could recognize the danger in good time. The most diverse thoughts tumbled around in her head, but not a single one was clear. "Great! And if there really appears such a madman with a gun? What do I heroine then? Throw cotton balls at him until he bleeds? Real Sandra, you are and will remain a stupid turkey!" Even while she is hers Packing her bag, the thought crossed her mind that she had withheld something from her friends. She felt like she was something repulsive and repulsive that it wasn't worth living.Completely lost in thought, she trudged into the kitchen and began to smear herself with bread and pack canned food when her mother tore her out of her 'trance': "Sandra? What are you going to do with all the food?" "I'm going with my friends Camping mom. "" Really? Shall I pack your clothes for you, Sparrow? "" No mom. I've already done that. "" Okay. "Her mother always had to interfere, but in this case it was justifiable. At least she could think to some extent now.
A little later, she met her friends on the edge of the remote forest. Sascha was already setting up one of the two tents. One for, he hoped, for himself and Sandra and the other would later be for Chris and Sonja, if they both got involved. For Sascha it was a thing he found difficult to admit, but he had a terrible crush on Sandra. "Hey do you need help?" Asked Sandra. "No, no. I can do it on my own.", Sascha replied while he started a real fight with the tent frame."Well then I'll go to the other tent. Good luck with the tent," laughed Sandra. Setting up the tent was actually very easy for Sandra. With her mental abilities she simply commanded the individuals to put themselves together properly. The tent was there within a minute, in the meantime Sascha had started to 'fight' with the tarpaulin. Slowly but surely, Sascha's tent also took on acceptable shapes.
Sascha was still setting up the tent (but now with the help of Christoph) while the girls went to collect firewood. "Tell me Sandra ...", Sonja began, "... do you have the feeling that you are being watched?" "No. Why do you ask?" "Well ... somehow I see a dark shadow constantly scurrying past behind me. "" Oh what ... uh-huh-huh ... don't get silly ", Sandra began to sweat like hell, but still tried not to let it show. "Man, you know what San. Come on, get on with it ... after all, you're a dream seer.You always know what is going to happen beforehand. "" no, I don't! It's mostly a coincidence when I foresee the future. Come on, we need firewood, otherwise we can chop off our dinner. "" Yes okay, but if I notice that you are hiding something from me, then just wait and see, little one. This is a parapsychological duel at its finest! "With that there was no radio frequency between the two girls. They were both looking for wood. When they had enough, they ran back to the tents a little faster than usual.
As it now looked, the boys had probably combined their strengths to tame the tent. But now they started arguing with the matches and the firewood, as both things refused to burn.
After class, the 4 friends met in front of the school to make their weekend plans. Everyone was giving up some crap, as usual, until finally Sascha uttered the idea that one could go camping again. At the words 'Camping in a dark, remote forest' Sandra felt cold as ice.But she didn't tell her friends about her dark premonition, so it was a done deal. After that they parted ways and each of the 4 went their own way home. Sascha by bus, Sonja with the tram, Sandra, as always, with her scooter and Christoph on foot again.
When she got home, Sandra threw her bag aside, threw herself on her bed (while doing this she brushed the sloping roof again) and began to think about how she could recognize the danger in good time. The most diverse thoughts tumbled around in her head, but not a single one was clear. "Great! And if there really appears such a madman with a gun? What do I heroine then? Throw cotton balls at him until he bleeds? Real Sandra, you are and will remain a stupid turkey!" Even while she is hers Packing her bag, the thought crossed her mind that she had withheld something from her friends. She felt like she was something repulsive and repulsive that it wasn't worth living.Completely lost in thought, she trudged into the kitchen and began to smear herself with bread and pack canned food when her mother tore her out of her 'trance': "Sandra? What are you going to do with all the food?" "I'm going with my friends Camping mom. "" Really? Shall I pack your clothes for you, Sparrow? "" No mom. I've already done that. "" Okay. "Her mother always had to interfere, but in this case it was justifiable. At least she could think to some extent now.
A little later, she met her friends on the edge of the remote forest. Sascha was already setting up one of the two tents. One for, he hoped, for himself and Sandra and the other would later be for Chris and Sonja, if they both got involved. For Sascha it was a thing he found difficult to admit, but he had a terrible crush on Sandra. "Hey do you need help?" Asked Sandra. "No, no. I can do it on my own.", Sascha replied while he started a real fight with the tent frame."Well then I'll go to the other tent. Good luck with the tent," laughed Sandra. Setting up the tent was actually very easy for Sandra. With her mental abilities she simply commanded the individuals to put themselves together properly. The tent was there within a minute, in the meantime Sascha had started to 'fight' with the tarpaulin. Slowly but surely, Sascha's tent also took on acceptable shapes.
Sascha was still setting up the tent (but now with the help of Christoph) while the girls went to collect firewood. "Tell me Sandra ...", Sonja began, "... do you have the feeling that you are being watched?" "No. Why do you ask?" "Well ... somehow I see a dark shadow constantly scurrying past behind me. "" Oh what ... uh-huh-huh ... don't get silly ", Sandra began to sweat like hell, but still tried not to let it show. "Man, you know what San. Come on, get on with it ... after all, you're a dream seer.You always know what is going to happen beforehand. "" no, I don't! It's mostly a coincidence when I foresee the future. Come on, we need firewood, otherwise we can chop off our dinner. "" Yes okay, but if I notice that you are hiding something from me, then just wait and see, little one. This is a parapsychological duel at its finest! "With that there was no radio frequency between the two girls. They were both looking for wood. When they had enough, they ran back to the tents a little faster than usual.
As it now looked, the boys had probably combined their strengths to tame the tent. But now they started arguing with the matches and the firewood, as both things refused to burn.