Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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The Hausmännin eater
It was already well known that they could do nothing about the van. The gates of the graveyard had been left behind, and there, another of their creepy adventures of Reich der Finsternis; something that did not bring a comforting air they thought they were now in the forest and would have to pursue their way on foot, through the sinister grayish shadows of the trees over the bushes and leaf-covered paths now with a dark color. Aside from that, nothing else was visible for meters amidst the white, unnaturally thick fog that covered the area in the deepest areas. For the moment, they had no choice but to cross the path that Chris and Bernard had taken, this time on foot, allowing themselves to be enveloped by the spectral and monstrous aura that could be breathed in the midst of the icy fog.
With the arrival of dawn, the only birds whose song slightly broke the ghostly calm of the area were the crows. Suddenly, less than an hour from the burial ground, something happened. In the sinister bowels of the forest, the galloping of horses could be heard again, along with another sound that was already familiar to them; it was the well-known stream of the village that ran all the way to that place. Liz warned her companions to approach with extreme caution, for contrary to what their common sense dictated, any conversation they might eavesdrop on the hunters was relevant, more so now that Chris was with them to translate.
As they drew closer to the stream, the galloping of the horses ceased a few yards from it. In that area, the current was stronger, to the point where it ended in a waterfall that overlooked a large lake with seemingly grayish water, like most of what was seen in the forest. There was for a moment, a short scene that paralyzed the agents and made them forget that hunters on horseback were about to arrive in the area. Something splashed out of the lake that was in the lower area; something huge compared to the little wildlife that inhabited the waters around them. The only thing they had managed to identify was a tail covered with terribly long barbs and with a rather stiff consistency; no matter what it was, it was nothing any of those present would have wished to deal with.
Alongside the fearsome image that had plunged into the depths of the lake, a few black fish were also splashing about. Suddenly, the horses with the hunters came over; Liz and Bernard stood on guard, but Chris suggested that they leave the area immediately. Liz refused, she wanted to hear what they had to say.
They sought to hide behind trees; the monsters were coming from the east bursting in with calm to a point where the forest areas were connected by a rock and concrete bridge over the lagoon. One of the horses made an incredible entrance, leaping out of the trees, revealing the skeletal entities whose features hinted that they would come crashing down at any moment.
Only a minute later, when the first of the horses was waiting on the bridge, two more of them entered the scene. One of which was carrying on its side one of the repulsive hairy winged beasts of the chapel, dead by then and with a wound in its lower abdomen inflicted by a hunting rifle. The other, to her great surprise, carried another gagged man, also bound hand and foot. It was then that Liz remembered the fate of the two American citizens.
