All Chapters of My spooky world: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Good evening! I'm Gina, the new waitress, ”she said to a young man who was polishing glasses behind the counter. He was slim, had ash-blonde hair that turned almost gray, and a pointed little face. His entire slightly stooped appearance gave the impression that he was constantly on guard not to attract attention.He smiled and gave her a friendly nod, then briefly raised his right hand, as if to indicate to her in a noisy environment that she should wait a moment, and disappeared through a door into a side room. Around Gina, the guests began their conversations again, albeit more cautiously. She didn't need to listen to know that she was the subject of interest at the moment.That was already shown by the hidden glances that were thrown at her. Gina put her suitcase down, listened to the old Beatless song that was playing, and turned around boldly. She nodded kindly to one or the other who was still staring at her and tried to gauge the audience. It was almost e

... In the next few hours Gina shouldn't have much more opportunity to think about her past. She quickly followed the landlady into the kitchen. The first surprise awaited her there. If the taproom was cozy and rustic, the kitchen was the exact opposite, shiny chrome. State-of-the-art stoves, refrigerators, tall shelves with flashing pots and pans, and plenty of counter space formed the realm of Mrs. Drake.Gina placed this on a chair by one of the countertops without saying a lot and put a plate with roast beef and french fries in front of her nose. “Would you like a beer with that?”“No thanks. Better a water. I don't drink when I have to work. ”Mrs. Drake nodded her head benevolently. "Good setting. How do you like the roast beef? "Gina tried a bite and then said with relish:" Wonderful. Like my mother. That's just the thing after the long train ride. ”Mrs. Drake crossed her arms over her stately bosom and looked

The first night ... ... was not as comfortable for Gina as she had actually expected. She had quickly made herself ready for bed and sank into the soft feather bed with a deep sigh. But even though she was terribly tired, the longed-for sleep just wouldn't come. The rain pelted loudly on the roof, the wind howled around the corners of the house and whistled through the chimney. The clouds raced past the moon in quick succession, so that the room kept getting light and dark and the few pieces of furniture cast mysterious shadows that chased each other over the walls.In addition, so many thoughts went through Gina's head, so many new impressions wanted to be processed that she just couldn't calm down. And in the end she had to admit that Francis and his strange transformation also preoccupied her more than expected. Finally she gave up, turned the light back on, and picked up her novel. At some point she fell asleep ov

At that moment the waitress Gina brought a pot of tea and the conversation at the next table was stopped at Gina's deepest gratitude, as Only now did the three women notice that the table next to them could follow their conversation without any problems. Any further conversation until Gina left the bar was only conducted in a whisper and Gina could concentrate on her daily newspaper again.Two cups of tea and a large piece of cream cake later, Gina carried her shopping bag the few hundred meters to the Catholic Church, which she wanted to see, even though it did not correspond to her religious belief. She had to admit that these were actually always decorated much nicer than their own Anglican churches. To their disappointment, however, this Catholic Church was not particularly spectacular and also quite small, so that it started the way back faster than expected.Shortly before seven o'clock she got back to the nine-armed octopus. She considered going in the front doo

The next day was Wednesday, the pub's day off. The weather deteriorated drastically. There was no storm, but a leaden November gray had already settled across the sky in the morning and wiped out any thought of the sun from the previous days. Moist air pushed from the sea into the bay and condensed in the streets and alleys to a mist that swallowed everything.In the morning Gina looked out the window and sighed, although that wasn't really what she was like. She hadn't planned on anything special for her first day off, but she definitely didn't want to sit in her room all the time. She would see the weather develop. For now, she decided to swap the skirt for warm trousers, pulled a solid sweater over her blouse and went into the kitchen.She had hoped a little that she might meet Francis at breakfast today. Then she might have taken heart and, if they had been alone, asked him about the feelings he caused in her, although it would not have been in keeping with her upb