mlrennez Melissa Rennez

A group of college students, with very diverse personalities, have become best friends because they have one thing in common: They have been tormented by the same bully since middle school. However, as the years go by, that guy's madness begins to escalate more and more, until his attacks reach criminal levels. Suddenly, the boys find themselves caught up in a situation where they have to flee from him to save their lives, trapped in a forest and without police assistance. The worst part is that apparently there is a supernatural entity in that place, that is not there to help them. Their hopes are dwindling until one of them finds a ring that he believes grants wishes.

Thriller Nur für über 21-Jährige (Erwachsene).

#mystery #romance #horror #supernatural #thriller #death #murder #demon #bullying #forest #friends #society #ring #killler #psycopath
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Out of money

A tall and skinny young man frantically rummaged through his grandfather's study, searching for something. He opened drawers here and there, but to no avail. His hands trembled, as beads rolled down his forehead and temples, finally reaching his jawline. His heart pounded relentlessly in his chest, refusing to calm down. Every so often, he stole a glance out the window, to see if his grandfather's car hadn't appeared in the front parking lot of the house yet. He brushed his hair off his forehead as his bangs were getting in his way. He had dyed his hair a golden blonde, making him look younger than he was. Many people thought he was still a teenager, when he was actually a college student, because of his youthful face and innocent expression. He was asian and possessed captivating eyes and fair skin. However, despite his appearance of never having gotten into trouble, he now found himself caught up in a mess beyond anyone's imagination. Exhausted, breathless, dizzy, and unable to focus, he paused for a few fleeting seconds. He lifted his large round metal glasses and covered his eyes with one hand.

—Think, damn it! Besides the safe, where else could that sum be hiding? —he muttered to himself, attempting to recall, but he couldn't think of anything other than the image of his friend Rolly with a knife pressed against his throat, his pallid round face glistening with tears as he pleaded, "Please, don't kill me." He dreaded what would happen if he didn't get the money he needed, and he didn't even want to entertain the idea of having to go back alone to that forest. As he couldn't concentrate, frustration welled up within him.

—Damn it! Where did grandpa keep that stupid envelope? Focus! What did he say?

He closed his eyes and pictured his grandfather, a chubby, elderly asian man with seventy years on him and gray hair, sitting in the chair at his desk. He had raised his hand holding the envelope and said:

—This is the prize money from the cooking competition I organized for the chefs. I'll deliver it to them later. They came up with such extraordinary recipes that I decided to add a little extra for the winner. I think it's around six thousand dollars, but since there's a surplus, you can take the hundred dollars you asked for from there.

—How much is the prize? —he asked his grandfather the day before.

—Five thousand. One month's salary for the person who comes up with the best recipe to be added to the menu.

—Okay, thanks, grandpa —he replied.

Then, the old man stood up from his chair and placed the envelope with the money on the bookshelf against the back wall, below the globe. He had gathered his briefcase, and the young man had watched him leave. The boy also left the studio without taking the money with him at that moment.

Relieved to finally find the location of the envelope and wiping the sweat from his forehead, the young man lifted the globe and took the money. He swiftly counted the bills and smiled as he discovered exactly what he had hoped for: his grandfather had miscalculated and added extra cash. There were exactly six thousand five hundred dollars. Without further hesitation, he withdrew one thousand and stashed it in his pants pocket. He knew that when his grandfather recounted the money and subtracted the requested hundred bill, he would assume he had mistakenly placed four hundred dollars less, given his uncertainty about the exact amount, and he would never notice the shortfall.

The boy put the envelope back in its original spot, then he took a moment to meticulously survey the study, making sure he hadn't left anything out of place. He organized some scattered papers, closed a few drawers properly, put a small golden dog figurine that had fallen from the expensive desk, and aligned the computer monitor that was slightly tilted.

Before departing, he gazed out the window, only to startle. Through the billowing curtains, he spotted his grandfather's car already parked in the lot. Alarmed, he hurriedly left the office and briskly walked down the hallway. Then he entered a small living room where he came face to face with a mirror on the opposite wall.

Immediately, he decided to pause and assess the extent of the blow Donovan Blackwood had dealt him just over half an hour ago. He adjusted his shirt collar and attempted to smooth down his hair. He was worried that his grandfather might suspect something. If he realized he was involved in that kind of trouble and called the police, it would be the end. So, he tried to erase any trace of what had happened from his appearance, as much as possible; however, he didn't look good at all: His glasses were askew, and he had a massive bruise on his cheek. Furthermore, the guilt of stealing money from his own home had drained him of color and the shame was evident in his eyes.

He was sweating profusely from both fear and the fact that he had run through two steep streets, which left his lungs burning.

Fortunately, he had traveled from the forest to the city by taxi; however, since he had to stop first at Rolly's house on Glenview Drive for his savings, he had to let the driver leave. He didn't want his friend's stepmother asking him questions like, "Why didn't the chauffeur who works for your grandfather bring you?" He already had to lie to her to get into Rolly's room and come up with something to justify why the boy hadn't gone with him, so he didn't want to focus on more lies. That's why, after going there, he had to sprint back to his own house on Terrace Street before his grandfather arrived, so he could leave with the money without being seen. The result was that his sick lungs were now protesting.

What he had to do next was go to his room for the other two thousand five hundred dollars he had saved, then head back to the forest, all before six o'clock. Donovan hadn't given him any more time. After punching him, which had stunned him and sent him rolling on the floor, Donovan had told him that if he wasn't back with the exact amount of money by that time, he would slit Rolly's throat. Furthermore, he had threatened him that if he called the police, he would induce such a severe anaphylactic shock to his friend that they wouldn't make it to the hospital in time to save his life, and that, as always, he would make it look like an accident. So, for that reason, he had gotten up and started running like a madman to get out of the forest, onto the road, and catch a taxi. He hadn't realized his own state until that moment.

But when had everything started going so wrong? His morning had been entirely smooth sailing. Even hitting the jackpot with all those watermelons using his last five hundred dollars on the slot machine at the bar near his university had seemed like a stroke of magnificent luck... Or so it had seemed at first. Why did that criminal monster Blackwood have to show up like a dead man returning from hell? Why did he even enter the bar at that time of the morning when there wasn't even anyone around?

—Good Lord, Teddy! —said his grandfather suddenly.

—Hello, grandpa! —responded the young man and immediately bowed—. I didn't know you'd be back at this hour.

—What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to spend the day with Rolly filming the video for your cinematography class?"

—Yes, it's just that I fell, and we lost a camera accessory, a special lens, and... I came for a replacement —the boy said, putting on the most neutral expression he could. Then, he placed his hands behind his back; he didn't want his grandfather to notice they were trembling.

—Look at that bruise! How did you fall?

—I slipped and rolled down a slope, but it wasn't anything serious.

—Look at your glasses!

—I'm fine, it comes with the territory. Especially when you're filming in the forest.

—I hope your professor takes that into account the next time he assigns something like this.

—Me too.

—You haven't eaten yet, have you? It's early.

—Yes, it's early... But I'm going to eat with Rolly later; he's waiting for me in Siskiyou.

—He's waiting for you in the forest? —Mr. Song asked, furrowing his eyebrows— Why didn't he come back with you? I mean, the task is yours.

Teddy lowered his head, uneasy. His grandfather looked confused. What would he do if he started asking too many questions? He tried to breathe slowly and focused on that, even though his heart was beating so loudly he thought it was making a noise outside his ribs that sounded like the bells of a church. He couldn't get nervous. He couldn't lose his head; Rolly's life depended on it.

—The thing is, he didn't want to be wandering around. He preferred to stay in the cabin and play a new video game he bought.

—How did you get back? —the elderly man asked, puzzled—. Why are you sweating so much? Were you running?

—I came back by taxi. I had to go to Rolly's house because... he forgot his phone. He asked me to bring it to him, and then I ran here because it was getting late.

Mr. Song shook his head.

—You shouldn't run like that, especially if you fell. If you're running late, you can ask Lanz to take you back. He has the time.

—All right, I'll tell him.

—Well, then be careful there; it's likely to rain later, and I don't want you to slip or get sick. The last time you got caught in the rain, you had a high fever.

—Yeah, don't worry, Grandpa.

—Okay, then, I'll see you later. I'm going for the prize money; the employees are getting impatient —he said, looking at Teddy, who nodded, trying to hide that his heart had skipped a beat again upon hearing that—. Have you taken your hundred dollars?

—Yes, I have.

—Oh, by the way, Jack called a few hours ago. He said you weren't answering your phone, and I told him that since you were in the forest, you didn't have a signal. So, he asked me to let you know that he's on his way. I think he shouldn't take long to get here by now.

—Today? Is he coming for a visit? —Teddy asked, surprised.

—Yes, why don't you call him?

—Okay. I'm going to do that right now. Thanks, grandpa. See you —the boy said, bowing to say goodbye, and then left. He headed to his room while searching for Jack's number among the contacts on his phone. When he found it, he dialed it, closing the door to his room behind him.

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May 12, 2024, 23:32
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Great and much courage for the story
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  • Melissa Rennez Melissa Rennez
    Thanks! I´m glad you are reading my story and liked this chapter. May 12, 2024, 22:17
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I like this opening. I'm already interested to see what's going to happen!
April 16, 2024, 12:12

  • Melissa Rennez Melissa Rennez
    Thanks for reading my book and for leaving a comment! I hope you like the next chapters as well. April 16, 2024, 22:24

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