segunda-feira, 5 de novembro de 2012
"... There was night and the moon was sad semi-obscured by the dark clouds dismay was complete, a biting cold wind across the empty streets. A young red-haired, reckless unaware that accompanied her dark eyes, said goodbye a friend at the door of one of the houses in the neighborhood. Steps were headed hurried to meet her, she innocently without knowing anything went his way. sinister Figure followed her! he was wearing a black cloak with a hood that hid her face, but not hid the brightness of the death of your eyes ... and when the girl crosses a dark street already close to his residence was attacked violently behind, still resisted and struggled to scream, but in vain. figure of evil brought with a cloth moistened by a mysterious liquid that pushed the girl's face made after briefly fainting.
With the sunrise, popular passing by one of the alleys were troubled with a terrifying scene. Play between the garbage cans, wrapped in a mantle of black eyes sprawled face withered and dull, was a young red-haired ... dead. "
CONTINUES in the book: "My Mystery Stories, Terror & Death" the writer Sidney Leal