Scary literature
Etienne, our friend, once told us about such a case.
He was once on Voltaire Street in Lyon, near the hospital. Or rather, he was just leaving it, taking some tests there, something like that. And it was already late evening, he stayed there for some reason.
And he was walking past the Eglise Voltaire church, its back side. And then he heard a quiet female voice, as if calling, asking for help. And it was getting dark, as luck would have it, there was no one on the street, no cars, no people, although it was always lively, and the voice insistently, pleadingly calling for help. Etienne is not a timid guy in principle, our comrade, we all remember and know, a tall, stately, handsome guy. Brown-haired. With strong hands and a kind heart. Well, he jumped over a small fence into the garden. He walks, looks around, it's dark, there's no light, a neglected garden, ancient columns, a portico covered with ivy. Etienne saw a girl lying on the floor slabs, her legs wrapped in either ropes or some kind of bundles. He ran up, and the girl was already unconscious, lying face down on the floor, her legs tied and from the cracks between the slabs a multitude of green ropes like vines pinned her. And Etienne, fortunately, always has a stationery knife in his pockets, a sharp one. A couple of swings, a little effort, the chains broke like thick grass, and the girl's legs were freed. But what to do next? Etienne leaned his head against the girl's back - she was breathing. He tried to turn her over. It turned out awkwardly, but he laid her on her back and put his jacket under her light-haired head. He removed the curls from her face. And two burning eyes looked at him. Black and red. Strong hands grabbed Etienne by the neck, the girl's fingers found the carotid artery, pressed and Etienne flew into a deep faint.
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Further, Etienne did not remember how, but according to the watchman, in the morning the young man who had come to his senses was found in the backyard. They took him for drunk, handed him over to the police. But due to the lack of any charges, they simply let him go. In the morning Etienne got home and found a note on his bedside table. He showed it to us. It was written.
- Dear Etienne. Forgive me for being so rude to you and forcing you to lie on the cold slabs all night. Thank you for saving me. If it were not for you, I would not be here. Try to forget everything that happened that evening. As a token of gratitude, I will try not to be around you for the rest of your life. Therefore, good luck, prosperity, love and happiness await you. Your debtor, Hecate...