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The Land of Indifference
The little girl lived in the house, but she was never seen; however, she could be heard screaming at night, just like the little boy in the house of Mommy Black-Eyes. But now Mommy Black-Eyes and her loud screams were gone, and the screams you heard were little screams in the still of the night. And the only people you saw were old men coming out of the basement, like rabies-infested rats creeping out of the gutter.
A Parisian Nightmare, Part 1
In September, Indian Summer arrived in Paris, and so did a group of monsters. The monsters came from one of the darkest areas of Denmark, not in terms of lighting but in terms of mentality – theirs was a way of life founded on hate and the need to destroy the lives of others, which they did, protected by titles and nepotism. They were evil.
Herbert
Herbert was not a pleasant man nor a sympathetic man. He wasn’t funny either. His only amusing trait was his grotesque appearance, and only because this appearance, though hideous, was so monstrous that it was ludicrous, with hips almost twice as broad as his shoulders…
Florence
It was all over now because Florence and her husband had sold the house and moved away. She wasn’t part of the team anymore, and all those new friends of hers, well, they were busy with the investigation, which had to be conducted from a neighboring house in case the mentally ill woman tried to kill someone or she went out so they could enter her home and check everything was okay, or note down the things she had stolen from them they would take back when she was arrested or had killed herself.