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Loreley {Creepypasta}
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Ongoing, First published Mar 08, 2020
Mature
Wasser war in seine Lungen eingedrungen. Mit zerrissener Kleidung lag er in der gefüllten Badewanne, Kratzspuren an seinem Rücken, auf seinen Armen, an seinem Hals. 
Ein Mord konnte nie festgestellt werden.
 Sie schoben  die Kratzer auf wilden Sex, zumindest ließ das die Frauenkleidung in seinem Schlafzimmer vermuten. 
Was genau passiert war, war nie klar. Nur eines stand fest.
Er war ertrunken.
Sie war davongekommen.
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"The light is too bright..." "I'm sorry, sir, but I need to see clearly to avoid any mistakes when I insert the rubber needle." He held out the rubber needles that are required for me to have my dexstrose. They came in many sizes, but he picked the shortest one to assure that my veins won't swell. He brought out a seemingly large packet and ripped one of it's ends. He pulled out a long, blue, rubber ribbon and tied it around my wrist. "Repeatedly open and close your fist.", he instructed. I did as I was told while he reached for another item in his pocket. He brought out another small packet- probably an alcohol swab. And I was right. "Now close your fist tightly..." Again, I did as I was told. I closed it tight enough for my fist to turn right. He suddenly started flicking the back of my hand. He continued flicking until one vein was clear enough to see. He reached for something in the large plastic box he brought along with him. Oh God, a needle. He inserted it in the rubber needle for it to penetrate through my skin. But before doing so, he ripped out one of the ends of the alcohol swab's packet and pulled out the swab. He wiped some of the alchohol onto the back of my hand and stuffed it back in his pocket. He took the rubber needle he was holding earlier and started to carefully aim it. When he was ready- "Deep breath..."