Die Geschichte von Prinzessin Song in Heian-kyo

Kapitel 7

I won't hurt you.

"Get away! Get away!" Wendy swung her baseball bat at Jack.

Jack shifted his body slightly backward. "Honey, you're the apple of my eye, I won't hurt you. I haven't finished yet, I said I won't hurt you, I just want you to think about it, I just want you to think it over carefully." Jack tried to grab the baseball bat.

"Get away! Stay away from me!" Wendy yelled.

I won't hurt you!

"Get away!" Wendy swung the baseball bat almost frantically, which finally enraged Jack.

“Stop swinging the bat! Put it down, Wendy. Stop! Give it to me!” Jack yelled furiously.

Wendy had retreated to the second-floor platform, with nowhere else to go. "Get out of the way!"

"Stop swinging the bat! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Jack lunged forward to grab the baseball bat, but Wendy's eyes widened as she swung the bat and struck Jack's arm. Jack felt a sharp pain and pulled his hand back. In that instant of hesitation, Wendy uncontrollably swung the bat at Jack again, this time with a heavy blow. Jack shielded himself, screamed, and fell backward from the top of the stairs, rolling onto the first-floor floor with blood streaming from his forehead.

The ceiling was moving. Jack groggily opened his eyes and saw the ceiling moving. What was happening? He realized that Wendy was dragging him somewhere by his feet. He tried to look up, but his head throbbed and everything went black.

Wendy was struggling to drag Jack by his legs toward the storeroom. But she found that the storeroom door wouldn't open no matter what she did, and Jack slowly raised his head and reached out to grab Wendy. Wendy's hands were trembling and powerless; she was so frightened that she had lost control of herself. She screamed and desperately grabbed at the door. Finally, she pulled down the safety bolt and used all her strength to drag Jack into the storeroom.

"What are you doing? Wait. What are you doing?" Jack tried to grab the doorframe to stop himself from being dragged in, but he hadn't fully recovered from his injuries. Wendy bypassed Jack on the ground and ran towards the storeroom door. Jack tried to grab Wendy's foot, but she kicked him away. Jack then crawled towards the door, and Wendy slammed it shut and pulled the safety bolt at the last moment before Jack reached out. Having done all this, Wendy collapsed to the ground and cried silently, tears streaming down her face. This was the storeroom that the old chef was so proud of. Locking Jack here, at least he wouldn't starve. Wendy thought. She had no other choice; she had to protect her son!

Jack inside the door tried to stand up, but he failed. "Damn it! Open the door!" Jack roared.

Wendy was still trembling with fear from the now-isolated roar. She turned around, grabbed a knife, and stared helplessly at the door.

"Damn it! Let me out! Open the door! Wendy, listen, let me out, I don't care about anything!" Jack yelled frantically.

"I'll pretend nothing happened!"

Wendy was crying outside the door.

Jack changed tactics, hoping Wendy would be moved by his words: "Baby, you hit my head, hit..."

It's very serious, I'm a little dizzy, I need to see a doctor..."

Wendy frowned. She had indeed hit him too hard; after all, he was her husband.

“Darling, don’t leave me here…” Jack’s voice was full of pleading.

"I'm leaving..." Wendy cried. "I'll try to find a way to get Danny out of here in a snowmobile, and then I'll think of something else."

Bring the doctor back.

Hearing this, Jack realized that the woman wouldn't be foolish enough to open the door and let him out. He had failed; he hadn't completed his mission; he couldn't enjoy the thrill of inflicting harm one last time. A vengeful smile crept across Jack's face.

"Wendy?"

"I'm leaving."

“Wendy?” Jack said with a laugh. “You have a surprise for you. You can’t go anywhere… Check the snowmobile.”

"The radio, you'll understand what I mean." Jack laughed. "Go see! Go see!" Jack frantically pounded on the door and shouted.

.

Wendy ran outside, forcefully pushing open the gate that was blocked by snow, and headed towards the snowmobile. The snowmobile's front cover was open, and the wiring inside was broken. Her last hope was dashed, and Wendy collapsed onto the cold snow.

Four o'clock, the dead silence of early morning.

Jack was asleep in the storeroom when a knock on the door startled him awake. He struggled to sit up.

"Wendy?"

“Mr. Tarrens, I am Debbie Grete,” the voice outside the door replied.

“Greedy?” Jack immediately struggled to his feet and rushed to the door. “Hi, hello.”

“Mr. Tarrens, I think you haven’t been able to resolve the issues we’ve discussed.”

“Mr. Greedy, no need to remind me, I’ll handle this as soon as I go out,” Jack said menacingly.

“Really? I think, I doubt it. I and others think you haven’t made up your mind yet, that you don’t have the guts to do it.” Greedy’s voice was cold and reproachful.

“Mr. Greta, give me another chance!” Jack lunged at the door and shouted at the outside.

“Your wife is stronger and more capable than we imagined, and she seems to be doing a better job than you.” Greedy’s voice was calm and cold, as if it came from hell.

"Wait, Mr. Gray, it's almost done!" Jack said almost pleadingly.

(7)

"I'm afraid you need to deal with this as soon as possible. I'm afraid it's your only task." Greedy's words clearly carried an order, but Jack seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

“Mr. Greg, I would be happy to do it!” Jack shouted.

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

After a few seconds of deathly silence, the sound of the door opening came from outside.

In the vast forest, the old cook's snowmobile struggled to make its way. The road became increasingly difficult, and the path beyond five meters was barely visible. He could only proceed towards the inn by instinct.

After that fierce battle, Wendy was exhausted. The snowstorm was too intense, and the snowmobile was broken. Anyone exposed to the snowstorm for more than half an hour would be in mortal danger; leaving at this point would only mean certain death. She could only wait for the snowstorm to stop before making any further plans. At this moment, she was already asleep in bed, but even in her sleep, Wendy remained vigilant.

“REDRUM…” A low, hoarse voice rang out. Danny was standing beside Wendy’s bed, repeatedly chanting the word as he approached the sleeping woman. “REDRUM…” Danny repeated over and over, his hoarse voice seeming to come from another world. Danny approached Wendy and picked up the knife she had placed on the bedside table.

The inexplicable word grew clearer and louder in Danny's mouth. He stared at the knife, walked to the dressing table, picked up a tube of Wendy's lipstick, and applied it to the blade. Then, Danny turned back and wrote the word that had been haunting him on the yellow door behind him: REDRUM!

REDRUM! REDRUM! Danny's voice grew louder and hoarser until he finally shouted REDRUM! Wendy was startled awake by the scream and saw Danny standing in front of her, holding the knife smeared with lipstick, his face contorted and his eyes wide open!

"Stop! Danny! Danny!" Wendy screamed in terror. But Danny kept repeating the word, unable to calm down. Wendy hugged Danny tightly in horror. Just then, she saw the word written on the door through the mirror; reversed, it read "MURDER"—murder!

Thump!

A loud bang came from the doorway.

Thump!

Jack swung a long-handled axe at the bedroom door, cracking the wooden door open with his impact. Wendy screamed, grabbed her terrified child, and fled to the bathroom, locking the door tightly behind her. There was a small window in the bathroom, and Wendy rushed over to try and open it. But the window was blocked by too much snow, and even with all her strength, she could only manage to open it a crack.

By this time, Jack had already cleaved open the bedroom door. As he widened the gap, he roared menacingly:

Wendy, I'm home!

Wendy picked up Danny and put the child out the window. Danny's small body could barely fit through, and he slid down the snow under the window to the ground outside the hotel.

Jack finally entered the bedroom, which was empty, but the bathroom door was closed. Jack laughed, grabbed his axe, and lunged at the bathroom, fumbling for the latch, trying to open the door.

Wendy tried desperately to climb out of the window, but the opening was too small for her to pass through. Danny stood in the snowstorm, helplessly waiting for her mother. Wendy turned back and pushed the window up a little higher, but the accumulated snow from the past few days had frozen the window shut.

“Come out!” Jack said with a laugh at the bathroom door. He chopped at the door with his long-handled axe, making a crackling sound as wood chips broke.

Tormented by the sound, Wendy struggled desperately to get out of the window, but she found herself stuck!

Jack started knocking on the door.

Wendy was desperate. She shouted to Danny, "I can't get out! Run! Hide! Hurry!"

Danny looked at his mother, then turned and ran toward the hotel entrance.

“Wendy, let me in!” Jack said from outside the bathroom door. The bathroom door was teetering on the edge of closing under Jack’s pounding.

Wendy struggled back into the bathroom, grabbed the knife, and cowered in the corner by the door, preparing for a final stand.

"Don't push me. If necessary, I'll blow it up...blow up the whole house!" Jack swung his axe and began chopping up the bathroom.

"Door!" Wendy screamed as she watched the axe slowly pierce through the door panel, its tip gleaming in the light.

"No! No! No!" Wendy screamed helplessly, "Stop!"

Jack finally managed to pry open the door a few notches, just enough for one hand to slip through. He pressed his face against the crack and whispered through the gap to Wendy, who was terrified inside, "Found it!" This was his favorite game; he could play it slowly.

Savoring the death of others, appreciating their final struggle, Jack took a deep breath, his teeth chattering with excitement.

Wendy stood in the doorway, holding the knife high. Just as Jack reached in and grabbed the bathroom doorknob, Wendy slashed down, cutting the back of Jack's hand, drawing blood. Jack yelled and pulled his hand back. "That damned woman!" Jack thought furiously.

Just then, a distinct engine sound rang out in the snowy night, and Wendy and Jack heard it at the same time.

The snowmobile has already arrived at the hotel entrance.

Jack realized that someone was interfering with his actions again. He stopped what he was doing and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Danny ran in through the hotel's main entrance and headed towards his mother's spot. He ran down the long corridor, but suddenly heard footsteps ahead. Danny looked around blankly, then opened the door of the cupboard next to him and hid his small body inside. Just as he closed the cupboard door, Jack's limping footsteps approached. Danny held his breath, waiting nervously. Jack's voice grew closer, and the scraping sound of an axe on the ground sent chills down his spine.

Jack walked up to the cupboard where Danny was hiding and stopped.

Wendy carefully examined the surroundings in the bathroom, confirming there was no sound; Jack was probably gone. But the oppressive silence was no less than when the devil was right in front of her. Danny was still outside, in the freezing snow! Wendy struggled to her feet, mustering her last bit of courage to peek through the crack in the bathroom door.

She prepared to rush out the door to find her son.

The old chef parked the snowmobile in front of the hotel and walked into the hotel.

Jack stood in front of the cupboard, carefully trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. Inside the cupboard, Danny was deathly pale with fright. He struggled to control his trembling and covered his chattering mouth.

Jack suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the cupboard and reached out to touch the door. Just as Jack's hand touched the door, the old chef's voice rang out in the hotel lobby.

"Is anyone here? Is anyone here?" the old cook asked as he walked. "Is anyone here?" The inn was unusually quiet.

The old cook nervously surveyed the inn. A bloody stench permeated the air, a deathly silence thick with its atmosphere. Suddenly, he sensed something amiss ahead. Before he could react, he saw the axe gleaming coldly in the lamplight! Jack's twisted face appeared before the old cook, his eyes radiating an uncontrollable, bloodthirsty pleasure, a savage satisfaction that had clouded his judgment! He stared wide-eyed as the axe cleaved towards his heart, as blood gushed forth from it!

A spurt of blood sprayed onto Jack's face. The hot, fishy smell stimulated Jack's sense of taste. He took a deep breath and pulled the axe from the old cook's body.

Danny, who was hiding in the closet, finally couldn't control his fear and screamed.

The old chef arrived, their only hope for survival, but it was shattered in an instant!

Jack whirled around, looking towards the cupboard where Danny was hiding. "Danny!" Jack dragged his injured leg toward Danny.

"Danny! Danny!"

Danny scrambled out of the cupboard and ran aimlessly into the hotel, with Jack relentlessly chasing after him, axe in hand! The familiar hotel corridor stretched before him, but Danny felt an increasing unease. The hotel was now infested with bloodthirsty ghosts; any further run would only mean being swallowed by the surging blood!

Wendy frantically searched for her son, knife in hand, when suddenly she heard a strange noise coming from a room upstairs. Danny! Wendy rushed up the stairs and looked inside. In the bedroom at the other end of the corridor, she saw only a naked backside! It was a man, dressed in a hairy masquerade costume, his trousers pulled down, kneeling between the legs of a man lying supine on the bed.

Busy! Hearing Wendy's terrified voice, the furry thing sat up and looked at Wendy along with the reclining man, revealing an animal face wearing a mask! This ghost, who had once committed sodomy, was repeating the moments before their death on this night of resurrection and rebirth, reveling in perverse pleasure without restraint!

Wendy, knife in hand, fled from the ghost's sight, stumbling towards the hotel entrance. She had no idea how many more spirits lingered within, or how many more unseen, twisted beings she had never encountered! This was a den of demons, a forbidden and evil realm that devoured life!

Danny ran out into the snowstorm and hid behind the snowmobile the old cook had brought. Jack followed Danny's footsteps out of the hotel and snapped on all the lights, illuminating the outside world and revealing everything. Danny had nowhere left to run!

"Danny!" Jack shouted, chasing after Danny. As Jack drew closer, only the silent forest maze stood before Danny in the snowstorm, its black maw gaping open, waiting for lost souls to stray. Danny ran into the maze, and Jack immediately gave chase, frantically shouting, "Danny! I'm coming!"