Bell sound in the darkness E-Book

Michael Schönberg

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Imagine you open your eyes and wake up in complete darkness. Perfect blackness. You realize you can't move and you can't talk. You have no sense of body and don't know if you're lying or standing where you are. All you can do is hear. You hear mysterious voices. Sometimes far, sometimes near... Horst is in exactly such a position. He doesn't realize until very late, too late what's wrong with him. This realization almost robs his mind. It doesn't help him to get his memory back. On the contrary. Now he knows why he's in this situation.

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Michael Schönberg

Bell sound in the darkness

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Bell sound in the darkness

Michael Schönberg

Bell sound

In the

darkness

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1nd edition March 2018

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Did he hear a voice? Yeah, someone was talking. Unfortunately, he could hardly understand the voice. He focused. But she was too quiet. She had to come from the next room or the room above him.

The more he tried to understand single words, the more he got the feeling that his voice was around him. After a while, she went silent.

Silence surrounded him.

Nothing stirred.

No sound came to his ear.

How long this silence reigned, he could not estimate. It seemed to him infinite until he again heard sounds that sounded like the sounds of a melody. She was playing in the room he couldn't place. Dull tones followed by hardly audible sounds. Then again dark tones.

Or was it even an engine? A machine?

He concentrated on what he heard, and with time he recognized a certain rhythm. He was sure it had to be music. Maybe in a neighbouring building, because because of the distance only the basses came to his ear.

The noises had demanded his attention so much that he had not noticed that his eyes were open. But now he noticed that he closed his eyelids as their eyelashes touched the skin of his face. He felt it very gently. But the only thing that could be seen was absolute darkness. He could see no difference in the interplay of opening and closing. He was surrounded by deep darkness.

Was he blind? And if so, why? Or is it night, and he was in a dark room? Why was he there? Where was this room supposed to be? Where was he? How did he get there, to a place he didn't know? How big was the room it was in? Had he been kidnapped? And if so, why him?

He remembered working on a sensitive case. Child abduction. A father had brought his child from Germany to his Turkish homeland without the consent of his mother, who therefore sued him. He had found out the man's address through intermediaries and also found the child. She was staying with her father's mother in the country. So he felt sure that the child would not be found. But money rules the world, and with it Horst had managed to find this address.

Under many protests, the Turkish police picked up the child from his grandmother and handed it over to Germany. A German official accompanied the child because the mother had been refused entry. A short time later she was able to hold her child again.

His father threatened him with revenge. He found two threatening letters in his mailbox that did not bode well. But he had not taken this threat seriously, after all, this man now lived in Turkey, and that is far away, he had calmed himself. But now, here in this darkness, he became insecure.

Is that why they took him and kept him here?

Kidnapping is punishable by imprisonment for no less than two years. Well, they'll be surprised how fast they'll be in jail. There was also the arrest warrant against the father for child abduction. If he tried to cross the border, he'd be arrested. Vacation in Turkey, my ass. Holidays in Germany behind Swedish curtains.

You don't know him? No problem, we'll be happy to show you.

These thoughts had distracted him from his situation for a moment, but he immediately realized them again. Was he lying or was he standing on a wall? He felt no pressure on the soles, so at first he assumed to lie down. But he didn't notice any pressure on his butt or back either. He had to float. But in weightlessness it would either hit a ceiling or be pressed against one of the walls.

No, I guess he couldn't float either.

As he asked himself these questions, he consciously closed his eyes and opened them again. Then he concentrated again on the darkness. But the more he tried to concentrate, the worse the voices or the music were to be heard. He closed his eyes again and listened to the ambient noises wherever they came from, wherever he was. What happened to his head, to his body?

He tried to move. At first he wanted to turn his head to the side. Like any normal person, he thought of movement and waited for it to happen. A mechanism that was never questioned. Thinking and executing have always been one. But his head did not move. Non to the left or to the right. That seemed very strange to him. Did they strap his head down?

His concentration was now on opening his mouth. However, this also proved to be unworkable. As hard as he tried, nothing moved. His mouth remained closed. He could not really be satisfied with the thought that his mouth was stuck together.

Head and mouth cannot be moved. What about the fingers and hands? As soon as he had these thoughts, he moved them. But unfortunately also only mentally, as he had to realize very quickly.

They must have gone to a lot of trouble to fix him like that. I'm sure they wouldn't have left their legs out. He tried to quickly put into practice the idea of moving his legs. But with the legs the same failure occurred as with the hands. How often he still tried to get anything of his body moving, he was no longer able to count. Weary, he gave up. He couldn't move.

Why had they tied him up and gagged him so tight, but not blindfolded him? Did they think he was afraid of the dark? Well, there they are.

He felt a little satisfaction at his alleged kidnappers and thought about how to proceed. The music had long since faded away when he finally noticed something again, heard something. It was the same voice he heard earlier.

Louder, please speak louder, I want to understand you, shot it into his head.

He begged me to make him understand something. He hoped to find out where he was by doing that. It did not matter to him whether there was a man or a woman speaking in the "surrounding area". Since it was soft tones he heard, he believed that it must have been a man speaking there. A man always has a bass at certain tones, which one perceives last when the volume decreases. But now even these tones became quieter and not louder, as he had hoped, in the end becoming completely silent. Perfect silence around him. Almost unbearably long.

Hello? Is there no one left? Where are you? Or are you not alone and just their leader? Talk, so I know you're still here, whoever you are. Why did you catch me or drag me here?

Between his desperate, merely thoughtful cries he paused and listened into the room. But not a sound could be heard. He gave it up sometime. No one would contact him or explain their situation. Not now, anyway. But if not now, when then or at all? Should he spend the rest of his life here? How long can a person survive without food and water? Water!

When he thought of it, he thirsted it immediately. Slowly it dawned on him not to be able to stay in this situation forever. Uncomfort arose because he became embarrassingly aware without having to thirst for water sooner or later. Even if there was water next to him, he couldn't drink it. How should he reach it or consume it?

Water, at least give me water if you're not talking to me. Hello, why can't anybody hear me?

*****

What the hell happened? Why couldn't he open his eyes. The eyelids were held by something. He couldn't talk either, couldn't move. What had they done to him? Had he been tied up, gagged and blindfolded?

What were those sounds he heard? It sounded like being in a computer room. Here's a blip and there's a beep. And a sound similar to a vacuum cleaner. Somebody finally turn off the computer and tell the cleaning lady to call it a day? Suddenly he heard doors open.

Hello? Hello! Who is this?

"Good day, Mrs. Kroll. How are you?"