Das seltsame Buch - Académie de Nancy-Metz

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Hazemann
WENDIGO
Lori Jones, a 17 year old girl with brown hair, was sleeping in the car when her parents awoke her. They
were about to go onboard of a ferry. They had decided to spend the holidays on a small island in the
area of the Great Lakes, Ohio.
Thirty minutes later the crossing was completed and the family had arrived in the small town of
Blackwater. Loris’ parents had rented a small house in the heights of the island. Lori noticed that she
had forgotten to carry something to read for the holidays. The next morning she decided to go to town
in order to buy a book. She was crossing the single avenue of the city when she saw a small library
where one could read on the sign “Mr. LINDENS’ Library”.
Lori rummaged on the book shelves and she saw a book which looked old and whose title was “Wendigo”.
She was just going to open the book when suddenly a young man stopped her.
“I advise you to put this book back, it is dangerous,” the young man said nervously.
“Why that? How could a book be dangerous? And besides who are you?” Lori asked suspiciously.
“My name is Kyle”, the teenager answered.
“Well, Kyle… I’m Lori”, she said shyly.
“Okay, Lori listen to me. This is one of the books written by George Cane,” Kyle informed her.
“Who is that guy?” Lori questioned.
“Who was. He was a writer who lived here in Blackwater. He had a house on the other side of the
hill. He wrote several books but one day he became insane and disappeared. But it doesn’t matter. The
fact is that his books are doomed,” Kyle explained calmly. “After he went missing, his house was
destroyed and his books were dissipated everywhere in the island,” he continued.
“And to what extends are this book dangerous?” Lori retorted impatiently.
“These books kill,” Kyle completed.
“Okay… Don’t worry about that, I’ll be careful,” Lori answered ironically.
“You don’t understand, all the people who read these books were found dead, the book open
beside them. And the weirdest thing is , each time an object from the story sprouted from of the open
pages,” Kyle explained seriously.
“Stop that, I don’t believe in this folklore,” Lori declared while moving away.
“Please don’t!” Kyle begged. “They are not urban legends, these events really happened but
people don’t want to believe that it’s because of these books”.