All Chapters of Thirteen girls....: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mara lent her the flashlight. But she didn't want to go down into the basement. So Tina went alone. In front of her lay the stairs that she had already walked down in her dreams. The dark, large room was also in front of her. Tina took a few steps and stood in front of the shelf. As in the dream, there were many things on it. She carefully illuminated everything with her flashlight when suddenly a box flew to the floor. She bent down for it and found a key inside. Was this the key to the attic? She wanted to test it right away. Back in the house, Mara only started laughing when she saw Tina. The dust and cobwebs hung everywhere. But Tina didn't care. She showed her friend the key she found in the basement. Now Mara was curious too. Together they ran upstairs and stood in front of the door. With a trembling hand, Tina put the key in the lock. Something stuck at first, but then the door opened. In front of them was a staircase that led upwards. As it was getting d

Saturday Patricia now lived in her first own apartment. She didn't have a lot of furniture yet, but little by little she would make herself comfortable. Today she wanted to go to a flea market. Occasionally she found something nice there that she could afford with her small apprentice salary. Just recently, Patricia had found a table for her kitchen there. Now she was curious to see if she would find something today. A little later, Patricia parked her car. It looked like there were a lot of other people there that day because she was in the back row. The young woman set off happily and soon arrived at the large square where the flea market was taking place. She walked slowly between the various stalls and soon discovered a small car with some furniture in it. Here she was right. Patricia looked at the individual parts with interest when her gaze caught on a wall mirror. It looked very old, but it had that certain something about it. She had

 Monday. An alarm clock rang somewhere. Patricia sleepily wondered why no one turned off this high-pitched ringing until she realized that it was her own alarm clock. She opened her eyes immediately, which she immediately regretted. The light of the sun blinded her and hurt her eyes. She quickly closed her eyes, then opened them again more slowly. Patricia felt terrible. But it didn't help, she had to go to work. But what was that? She was lying on her sofa in the living room. When did she get there? She could clearly remember falling asleep in her bed. But now there was no time for thoughts. So she got up, ran to her bedroom and turned off the alarm clock. Oh dear, it had been ringing for half an hour. If she didn't hurry now, she would be late. The young woman quickly changed clothes, grabbed her bag, which was still in the living room, and took another look in the mirror. Strange, the shadow had grown larger. And she looked a

Wednesday. Patricia woke up again by the doorbell. Since Marion had left the day before, she had been sleeping on the sofa. Then why did she feel so exhausted? Today she felt like an old, frail woman. It took until she finally got to the door, where she found herself facing a frightened Marion. This Patricia carefully helped to get back into the living room. There she laid her friend on the sofa and said she would call a doctor. There had to be an explanation for why Patricia was getting worse and worse from day to day. Patricia was too weak to argue. So Marion called for the doctor. It took Patricia some effort to stay awake. She was lying on the sofa and looking at her mirror. Funny, the shadow looked a lot bigger. And he took on more and more the shape of a person. It couldn't be, she had to imagine it all. Surely she was going mad. Marion tidied up the apartment a bit until the doctor arrived. Patricia managed to straighten up with diffi

Sunday. Around noon, Marion arrived at her friend's apartment. First she went into the bedroom, where she put some clothes in a bag. In the bathroom, she collected some cosmetics and finally went into the living room, where Patricia's cell phone was. When Marion took it, she happened to look at the mirror. She dropped the cell phone in shock. From the mirror, Patricia looked at her. Her face was pale, her cheeks sunken. The whole time she was pointing at something, but Marion couldn't see what it should be. All she could see was a dark shadow behind Patricia. This also seemed to be calling something that Marion could not hear. To Marion it looked like the word "help". Before she could think clearly, it was all over. The mirror was milky and cloudy again, as usual. Marion stabbed her eyes. She was slowly going crazy. But with the worries she was worried about her friend, it was no wonder when she stood there in broad daylight and fantasized.

Friday. Again Marion thought the whole day what to think of the experience. Again and again she looked for a solution. In the meantime Marion was sure that Patricia's condition had something to do with this mirror. She just couldn't figure out what it was. In the evening, she went back to the clinic, where Patricia's condition had worsened. Saturday. Today Marion and Patricia originally wanted to go to the flea market together. Since Marion's ceiling fell on her head and she needed a distraction, she decided to go alone. Perhaps she got other thoughts. Once there, she strolled across the large square, still lost in thought. Suddenly she was approached by a young man. Marion recognized him as the furniture salesman. She knew that Marion had bought something from the young man before. He immediately asked about Patricia and was surprised to find Marion alone, since her friend, unlike her, was here every Saturday. Marion re

Witches only exist in fairy talesNatalie laughed out loud. Little Sofi, with whom she often babysat, explained to her seriously that there really were witches. And they could bewitch anyone if they wanted to. So the child had a vivid imagination, thought Natalie. She had just read the child a story about a good witch who helped people. As soon as the book was finished, Sofi reported on the evil witches who annoyed everyone and only did bad things. It didn't help Natalie to say that these were just fairy tales and stories. Sofi was convinced of this and held on to her belief. After she finally fell asleep, Natalie sat down in the living room and smiled to herself. She remembered what she believed in as a child. But witches, she already knew as a small child, didn't exist. Just as she was about to turn on the TV, her cell phone rang. It was her friend's turn and wanted to know how it went. Of course Natalie also told about the witch story and had to laugh

With quick steps, the woman ran through the tower room and collected various herbs. Then she took Natalie by the shoulder and led her down the stairs to a room with a few chairs. There she was supposed to sit down, the woman wanted to prepare tea herself. After a few minutes, the woman came back with a teapot in her hands. With that she ran up to Natalie and poured the tea into the cups that were on the small table next to her. Natalie looked astonished at the table. She didn't remember that it had been there before. She got a cup and how could it be otherwise there were snakes on it. Even the handle of the cup represented a snake. She sipped the hot tea carefully and grimaced. It tasted gross. The woman saw it and threatened to drink the whole cup. But only when she took a step towards Natalie did she take hold of the cup again, shut her eyes and drained everything with great gulps. The woman smiled contentedly when Natalie opened her eyes again. Then she sat o

The doctor came but didn't know what to say. Something like that had never happened even to him. The blood values were okay and the rest of the results were a long time coming. So he treated Natalie's fingers, gave her another sedative, and left the room. Natalie sat on the bed with her nerves at the end. She felt like it was slowly but surely going to dissolve on its own. Midday passed, evening came. Natalie itched everywhere. When she asked one of the nurses about it, she was told that this was normal. The new skin should have formed, and the itchiness meant it was healing. At some point she asked if there would be a shower, now she just felt dirty and wanted to wash off the peeling skin. One of the nurses showed her where to take a shower. Relieved Natalie stood in the shower and let the water run. With a soft cloth, Natalie washed herself and watched as large pieces of skin loosened and flowed down the drain. When the skin stopped falling, Natalie washed her

Bad night story Damn the devil is a wimp ?! Sara ran through the city as fast as the sound. The figure stormed after her, growling, and ran around the corner. Suddenly there was a huge stone wall in front of Sara. Sara turned around quickly and backed up against the wall. The creature dashed around the corner and stopped in front of her. It had the body of a wolf, the head of a fox, the tail of a scorpion, and the legs of a kangaroo. Drool flowed from the beast's mouth and the eyes glowed dangerously red. Sara didn't know what the being wanted from her. At the back of the table she looked around and reached for the first thing she found. So Sara picked up a lid from a garbage can and held it in front of her like a sign. "Come on, trust yourself," said Sara and got ready to fight. The creature snorted and rushed towards them like a wild bull. Sara took a step to the side and the creature ran against the wall. Sara repeate