Too much luck

Author: Hendrik von Eld

Genre: Horror

Year: 1771

Completion: 70%

Words: 7777

Too much luck

The village was plagued by a sense of unease, a feeling that something was amiss. And then, like a dark and foreboding shadow, the first murder occurred. The victim was a young woman, found with a single, gleaming silver coin clutched in her hand. The police were baffled, unsure of what to make of the seemingly innocuous object.

As the town trembled, the bodies kept coming. Each victim was found with a small, ornate box at their foot, and inside, a single silver coin. The police were stumped, unable to connect the dots between the murders.

Then, strange things began to happen. People found the coins in strange places – in their homes, on the street, even in their dreams. It was as if fate itself was conspiring against them.

The villagers were beside themselves with fear, unsure of who was behind the murders and why they were so fixated on the silver coins. But one person seemed immune to the terror, even reveling in it.

Enter the mysterious stranger, a man with piercing eyes and an uncanny grin. He wore a tall, black coat, adorned with a silver coin of his own, suspended from his neck on a chain. He watched the villagers with a fascination that crept into the dark corners of his soul.

As the coin trail grew longer, so did the sense of foreboding that settled over the village. It seemed that the stranger was orchestrating the whole thing – a masterful puppeteer pulling the strings from the shadows.

People vanished, and no one knew where they went. Those who were lucky enough to escape bore tales of eerie, haunting corridors and the feeling of being watched. They knew they had narrowly escaped the clutches of the killer.

One fateful night, the last villager lay dying. The police stormed the house, finding only the familiar sight of a silver coin, nestled in the corner of the room. The killer had vanished, as silent as the night.

But, as fate would have it, a solitary silver coin remained at the scene, the final piece of a cruel puzzle. The game was indeed over, and the winner was known only by the sound of the silvery clinking of a heavy, glassy bottle, being poured...