Cursed Souls Blood, Brains & Rock'n'roll

Prologue

Warning!

Here is written a little preface from the author, which would be a good thing to read for those who are going to be offended by something and hold a grudge against him because of it.

Dear reader.

This preface has beenincluded in this book only because it is necessary to warn you in advance - allthe following text is purely humorous and is not intended to offend the sensibilitiesof religious people, nor the sensibilities of sensitive people whosesensitivities may be offended. Please do not consider this book as propaganda,or a call to any action that may cause inconvenience to various people (yourneighbors, for example). Do not look for any idea, meaning or message in thisset of letters, because if you find anything like that in it, it will greatlysurprise the author himself who never suspected any ideas, meanings or messagesin his own, if I may say so, work. Here the preface should end and the storyshould begin.

"Was it just a random thing or a coincidence? I don't think so. By the fate, we've seen a lot of things, and by the will of that same flighty bitch, we'll see a lot more."

Benedict Dreyfus

As usual troubles started with an explosion.

Explosions like to cause troubles. Perhaps this predisposition to cause troubles is somewhere in their genetic code. Not too far from the gene responsible for causing pain and destruction.

Ardelia Lortz jumped out of bed and ran to the window when she heard a terrible rumble and guessed that something had exploded. Well, she didn't literally jump up, but rather made her aged body move through space a little faster than usual. After all, Mrs. Lortz was at a sufficiently respectable age that her state of health couldn't afford such a luxury as jumping out of bed. After she got to her feet and put on her favorite slippers with rabbit faces (decent ladies don't wear slippers with faces of other animals), Mrs. Lortz shuffled lightning-fast to the window.

The window revealed to her an incredible picture: a little further down Bachmann Street, a house numbered 666 was burning. Not that the fire surprised Mrs. Lortz in any way. She had seen many fires in her life, so the sight of a burning building was of no interest to her. A much greater interest was the ones that surrounded the house on the perimeter. If Mrs. Lortz's eyesight was correct, she could conclude that the house was surrounded by a group of nuns. But the clothes of these nuns didn't allow us to confidently assert that they were real nuns. It could be said that they were wearing too much body-hugging latex, heels, and makeup. To her shame, Mrs. Lortz had seen girls dressed like this before, but movies with such actresses could hardly be called the least bit religious. Although, as some would argue, it all depends from a point of view.
Another interesting point, however, was that the so-called "nuns" were armed with firearms. "The very ones that can kill," thought Mrs. Lortz. That was getting more interesting. A fire and overly openly dressed nuns armed with firearms. It sounded like the perfect introduction to an interesting story!

Unfortunately, Mrs. Lortz never got to know the beginning of the story, nor the end of it. Because in the pursuit of interesting incidents, it would be a good idea to watch your step. Perhaps if she had done so, Ardelia Lortz wouldn't have tripped on the veranda and broken her neck when she fell.