Horror Stories from Denmark Box set by Rose Willow

Author:Rose, Willow [Rose, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: DMC
Published: 2013-05-06T23:00:00+00:00

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IRENE GYLDENFELDT WAS an important woman. Born into aristocracy she lived a rich life and was used to everyone listening carefully when she spoke. People would usually jump if she told them to. It was therefore with great surprise she realized that even though she did find herself in a very unpleasant situation, her old friends from boarding school had no intention of helping her out in her time of need. They all agreed it was terrible that her dog had run off, oh yes how they agreed it was indeed unfortunate - no one proposed to help her go out and find him. One of them even had the audacity to tell her that Herbert probably would come back to the house on his own, if we gave him some time.

So Irene Gyldenfeldt had to do it alone. She put on her full-length mink-coat and walked out in the backyard of her friend's house with cautious steps. She was wearing high-heeled boots that sank into the snow that was coming down so fast, it was now knee-deep.

She stepped out and tried to walk through the snow while feeling the icy snow touch her legs through the thin stockings underneath her dress. Irene Gyldenfeldt wasn't the type of woman who cursed, but had she been, this would have been the time to do it.

Now where did that little plump girl take her dog? Irene knew she had gone behind the hedge, since she had said they went to that silly snowman on the other side that Irene now spotted on the hill. If she knew her little Herbert well he had sprung for the forest as soon as she had let go of the leash. Who knew what kind of atrocities he would encounter in there? Oh he had to be so scared, the poor thing. All alone in those dark trees. What if he had gotten hurt somehow? Broken a leg, maybe and couldn't walk? Maybe that was why he didn't come back to her? Irene let out a small shriek at the thought. Nature was no place for a purebred.

"Von Herbeeeert?" she called out. The sound of her voice was dampened by the thick snow. "Heeeerrbiiieee!"

Irene Gyldenfeldt crossed the backyard with much difficulty in her high heels, but managed to make it to the hedge. She peeked out from over the top and scanned the area. She could see the snowman on top of the hill, but no Herbert. She called again.

"Come here Herbie, come to Mommy."

Irene grew anxious. Herbert had to be hurt, that was the only explanation. He always came when she called. Just like everybody else in Irene's life. Even if it was the men, all she had to do was to say the word, give the call and they were there, ready to service her. It was part of the reason she had never married. There were just too many nice men out there, to settle for just one. Many had tried, yes, they sure had, but none were chosen.

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