No !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A marks shaking cry shrilled by the reverberations of the castle. The six men who tried in the meantime to take a meal in the dining hall started up.
This cry went them by marrow and leg. But no-one was able to say where this cry which was thrown back twenty foldly and more in the hall of the walls came from.
The looks of the men were all on the door, which one led to the entrance hall directionally. The question wonders briefly, around then except for one this one saw on an empty chair „ where it is?“ to put.
Everyone slowly turned their look to the deserted chair which still stood there so when they had entered the room.
It already „was“?one threw this one this question into the room from the crew and met the core of the matter with that there, then.
„It was not here below anyway yet at all. Its plate
is also untouched anyway.“ The third one expressed his opinion in the alliance.
No-one was so sure of this one whether this one it had not already been here anyway or not here present. No-one was exactly able after this cry to say when they had seen him the last time.
Everybody saw this could others others into the face and everybody state with this, how white as chalk everybody was. The cry and its effect did not fall off yet and everybody still had the sound of this voice in the ear as if the cry still would walk by the ruins like a ghost which does not find quiet.
„One „expressed“ one's opinion, again where he is to the hangman, condemned?“
Everybody took a look in the round. But still no-one could recognize his phenotype. No, of this one everyone was sure, he had not been present. Where he was and no-one knew.
One of the men slowly got up and with heavy steps he approached the entrance hall. „What is, not want your arses to pull themselves up for it and
look for him?“ He slowly went further, not however to turn round once again in front of the door to look, whether the other ones followed him.
One of the men which also had got up stuttered „whom“ in front of himself to. „This says, says whom this, him him it it“
„Collect your words and bring them damned finally over the lips.“ Another one got up and went with quick steps towards the door. „Say clearly and clearly who says, then, that his cry came? It is correct or I am right.“
It nodded only eagerly the head so that the other seriously saw the danger the stuttering became because of nod, dislocate its neck.
The atmosphere loosened itself slowly again and went to the normal point. Everyone was in the entrance hall in the meantime when this marks shaking cry penetrated through the ruins again. Everyone with pleasure gripped themselves this cry from the way to go to the ears in the hope through this. But the cry did only not penetrate into their ears but ate itself like a woodworm into her
brains.
Wanted the reverberation of the cry did not, and wanted to stop. Seemed it to them to become the cry and the more they pressed their hands on the ears even more loudly.
When with a time the cry ended abruptly.
Everybody slowly removed his palms from the ears though, again and again, the hands immediately press themselves to this again concernedly about it, if this cry should come again.
But it remained quiet for the time being. Alarmingly quiet. No-one also dares only to breathe. One could have heard a pin falling at this moment, this one like a cannon cracker would hit the wooden floor.
„Los! Your three searches the west wing and we take the east wing.“ One of six, a sturdy boy, itself Schwarzenegger in which it tore the command to himself let go pale, it was, however, just as full for the trousers unlike the other ones, behaved as a boss this one look.
But each the others did not think it over for a long time and ran into the said wing.
The west group followed the corridor, arrived above, and was had a look and checked with all enthusiasm behind every door, whether it could be behind this. But all rooms showed the same traces again and again. Full of spider's webs as if this house would stand emptily already for centuries what it has done just so, too, after all.
A room after the other one proved to be a failure. In none of the rooms was also only the least indication that it had stayed in this.
The east group did not feel different. Also they searched all rooms, a mouse almost starved could find nothing apart from spider's webs, spiders and here and there.
At the end, every group came to a spiral staircase which all of them climbed slowly.
The other group already saw her of far, arrived above. They slowly came towards each other. It admitted neither on the right nor on the left a
door, and they followed merely the corridor toward the other group so.
When they met the middle was on the left of them a wooden door in.
Could recognize all of them, she was made from the most solid oak at the nearer one look.
When the self-appointed leader stretched his hand slowly forwards to reach for the door handle, a cry was running through the complete ruins again at this moment. The men found it still worse the two first paints before this time. It was not only pure but also penetrating than the times before.
They put their hand over their ears again, this more as which it would use what was a reflex. After several minutes the cry faded away, without not, that in the ruins could it further be heard in their heads.
It slowly reached for the handle more saidly again before and pushes cautiously to below. All men trembled. You knew not what would happen behind this door. In the dream himself could, what they
had to see when they pushed the door open with an enormous push never do it this from meals.
Stefan Raab, its boss, friend and companion, hung headfirst with naked upper part of the body and naked feet down from the ceiling. The rope with which he was hung up on the feet and with which he was attached to the ceiling would have withstood a lorry.
His face was pain consumed, he worked as if one would alive tear the skin for him down.
Rufus Kent stood next to him. He was a writer whose features nothing natural more had at themselves. In the left hand asked question he held a feather and he leant again to below, his already looked Stefan Raab into the eyes and asked again with the one hundredth one paints: „May I in your shipment now so that you present my books?“
He was grinning over all cheeks and further at this moment: „Or shall I tickle your feet with the feather again?“