My further adventures

Plague Chapel, Weilheim

Narration by Helen Gutenberg-Kyle

I looked out of the airplane window, my heart pounding with both excitement and nervousness. After spending several years with my own family in America, I was finally returning home. The familiar cityscape started to come into view as the plane descended, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over me. I haven't been to Weilheim since I was 13 years old.

As the plane touched down, I gathered my belongings and made my way towards the exit. I couldn't wait to hug my mother and enjoy the comforts of home. It had been a long journey, I only wished the others could have came with me.

Well, maybe next time.

Stepping out of the airport, my eyes scanned the crowd of people waiting outside. There, standing at the end of the crowd, was my mother, Sophie. My face lit up with a brilliant smile as I recognized my mother's warm and loving presence.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, dropping my suitcase and rushing towards her. Mother's eyes filled with tears of joy as she embraced me daughter tightly.

"Oh, my dear Helena, it's so good to have you back! You've been missed," said mother, her voice choked with emotion. "Look at how much you've grown!"

I stepped back and looked into my mother's eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and belonging. "I've missed you too, Mom. It's great to be back," I replied, my voice filled with genuine happiness.

As we drove towards home, I couldn't help but notice the changes in the city. Tall buildings had sprung up, replacing the small cafes and stores she once knew. The traffic seemed busier than ever, with honking cars and rushing pedestrians.

"I can't believe how much the city has changed," I commented, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Yes, my dear. Time doesn't wait for anyone," mother replied, understanding the mix of emotions that her daughter was experiencing. "But what matters the most is the feeling of home, the love of family and friends. That will always remain."

As we arrived at their old family house, I couldn't contain my excitement. The familiar aroma of my favorite childhood dishes filled the air, and the walls adorned with family photographs brought back cherished memories. I was home!

I spend three days with my parents catching up on things.

One night I went hiking in the forest and I stumbled upon the old, eerie and haunted Plague Chapel in the middle of the forest. I couldn't believe my eyes: The chapel was dilapidated and the surrounding area was covered in tall and thick trees. But the most frightening thing about this place was the rumors that it was haunted by a couple of gigantic black hellhounds and a ghostly light that was said to appear every night.

I heard the howling of a dog.

I cautiously peered around the chapel's wooden doors, searching for signs of movement. But I saw nothing except the eerie shadows flickering across the walls and ceiling. As I stepped inside, a faint, glowing mist swirled around him, filling the chapel with an otherworldly glow.

I took a deep breath and slowly made my way towards the center of the chapel. The crumbling cement floor felt soft under my feet as I walked towards a large, stone altar. As I  approached it, I heard a low, rumbling growl coming from the altar's depths.

Suddenly, the sound of howling dogs filled the chapel as the doors behind me slammed shut with a loud creak. I quickly turned around, only to find two massive and shadowy hellhounds staring right back at me.

The beasts were terrifying, with rows of jagged teeth and blazing red eyes.

Was that the hell hounds that are supposed to be guarding the place?

Should I fight them or teleport out of here?

"Fierce..."

A ball of energy appeared in each of my hands.

"...bomb..."

I put both of the energy balls together.

"...HA!"

I blasted the monster using my son's technique and they vanished.

However the world around me began to dissolve.

Did I use too much power?

Was reality changing because of my energy or did I accidentally open a portal to another dimension?

The next thing I knew I stood in the dimly lit alleyway, their breath misting in the cold London air. In the heart of Victorian-era white chapel; the playground of the world's most infamous serial killer; Jack the Ripper!

The night was drenched in an eerie silence, broken only by my footsteps and the occasional creak of old buildings. The fog clung to my clothes, making it difficult to see beyond a few feet ahead. It was as if the mist itself was trying to keep me from seeing what was happening around me.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. It was Jack the Ripper, dressed in his signature black cloak and top hat. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure, holding a huge knife in one hand and a doctor's bag in the other.

"Alright," I said, as I created a sword made of energy, "Bring it!"

Each strike aimed for justice, fueled by a collective desire to bring closure to the city that had suffered for too long.

I matched Jack blow for blow, his sadistic pleasure gradually replaced by disbelief and frustration. He had preyed upon the innocent for far too long, but now he faced an adversary who refused to back down.

In a pivotal moment, I managed to land a powerful blow to Jack's side, causing him to stagger. With every ounce of strength, I slammed my blade of energy into the fiend's chest. Jack let out a guttural scream, his evil essence dissipating into the night.

As the realization of my victory sunk in, I exhaled a breath. The weight of my triumph melded with the knowledge that countless lives would be forever altered by my actions.

I had beaten the infamous Jack the Ripper!

Soon a bright light shined around me and I was back at the old chapel.

I'd better be careful next time, I was lucky to make it back.