All Chapters of Thirteen girls....: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mara lent her the flashlight. But she didn't want to go down into the basement. So Tina went alone. In front of her lay the stairs that she had already walked down in her dreams. The dark, large room was also in front of her. Tina took a few steps and stood in front of the shelf. As in the dream, there were many things on it. She carefully illuminated everything with her flashlight when suddenly a box flew to the floor. She bent down for it and found a key inside. Was this the key to the attic? She wanted to test it right away. Back in the house, Mara only started laughing when she saw Tina. The dust and cobwebs hung everywhere. But Tina didn't care. She showed her friend the key she found in the basement. Now Mara was curious too. Together they ran upstairs and stood in front of the door. With a trembling hand, Tina put the key in the lock. Something stuck at first, but then the door opened. In front of them was a staircase that led upwards. As it was getting d

 Monday. An alarm clock rang somewhere. Patricia sleepily wondered why no one turned off this high-pitched ringing until she realized that it was her own alarm clock. She opened her eyes immediately, which she immediately regretted. The light of the sun blinded her and hurt her eyes. She quickly closed her eyes, then opened them again more slowly. Patricia felt terrible. But it didn't help, she had to go to work. But what was that? She was lying on her sofa in the living room. When did she get there? She could clearly remember falling asleep in her bed. But now there was no time for thoughts. So she got up, ran to her bedroom and turned off the alarm clock. Oh dear, it had been ringing for half an hour. If she didn't hurry now, she would be late. The young woman quickly changed clothes, grabbed her bag, which was still in the living room, and took another look in the mirror. Strange, the shadow had grown larger. And she looked a

Sunday. Around noon, Marion arrived at her friend's apartment. First she went into the bedroom, where she put some clothes in a bag. In the bathroom, she collected some cosmetics and finally went into the living room, where Patricia's cell phone was. When Marion took it, she happened to look at the mirror. She dropped the cell phone in shock. From the mirror, Patricia looked at her. Her face was pale, her cheeks sunken. The whole time she was pointing at something, but Marion couldn't see what it should be. All she could see was a dark shadow behind Patricia. This also seemed to be calling something that Marion could not hear. To Marion it looked like the word "help". Before she could think clearly, it was all over. The mirror was milky and cloudy again, as usual. Marion stabbed her eyes. She was slowly going crazy. But with the worries she was worried about her friend, it was no wonder when she stood there in broad daylight and fantasized.

Witches only exist in fairy talesNatalie laughed out loud. Little Sofi, with whom she often babysat, explained to her seriously that there really were witches. And they could bewitch anyone if they wanted to. So the child had a vivid imagination, thought Natalie. She had just read the child a story about a good witch who helped people. As soon as the book was finished, Sofi reported on the evil witches who annoyed everyone and only did bad things. It didn't help Natalie to say that these were just fairy tales and stories. Sofi was convinced of this and held on to her belief. After she finally fell asleep, Natalie sat down in the living room and smiled to herself. She remembered what she believed in as a child. But witches, she already knew as a small child, didn't exist. Just as she was about to turn on the TV, her cell phone rang. It was her friend's turn and wanted to know how it went. Of course Natalie also told about the witch story and had to laugh

The doctor came but didn't know what to say. Something like that had never happened even to him. The blood values were okay and the rest of the results were a long time coming. So he treated Natalie's fingers, gave her another sedative, and left the room. Natalie sat on the bed with her nerves at the end. She felt like it was slowly but surely going to dissolve on its own. Midday passed, evening came. Natalie itched everywhere. When she asked one of the nurses about it, she was told that this was normal. The new skin should have formed, and the itchiness meant it was healing. At some point she asked if there would be a shower, now she just felt dirty and wanted to wash off the peeling skin. One of the nurses showed her where to take a shower. Relieved Natalie stood in the shower and let the water run. With a soft cloth, Natalie washed herself and watched as large pieces of skin loosened and flowed down the drain. When the skin stopped falling, Natalie washed her