The Bitch
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Between the reflections of mirrors and the whispers of the past, one discovers that terror does not lie in a ghost lurking in the dark, but in the silent question dwelling deep within the heart:
"Who was I to her?"
This is not a tale of crime, nor a journey into myth- It is a descent into the abyss of the human mind, where buried memories rise to prosecute their keeper, and love becomes a prison sealed within the skull.
In the shadows of this stone house, one truth remains: Not all who walk among us are alive.
By: Dr. Baqdounis A translation of inner horror. A record of the…mehr

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Produktbeschreibung
Between the reflections of mirrors and the whispers of the past, one discovers that terror does not lie in a ghost lurking in the dark, but in the silent question dwelling deep within the heart:

"Who was I to her?"

This is not a tale of crime, nor a journey into myth- It is a descent into the abyss of the human mind, where buried memories rise to prosecute their keeper, and love becomes a prison sealed within the skull.

In the shadows of this stone house, one truth remains: Not all who walk among us are alive.

By: Dr. Baqdounis A translation of inner horror. A record of the soul's screams that were never spoken.

This is not a reading... It is an awakening from a sleep that should never have ended.

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Autorenporträt
Dr. Parsley.
No one knows his real name.
In the hospital records, it simply reads: " Parsley."
Some say he was a neurologist.

Others claim he was a soul surgeon.
And some whisper that he held no degree at all
only a steady gaze and hands that never trembled.

Every morning, he arrived at the hospital in a green suit,
the exact shade of fresh parsley,
leaving behind a scent of herbs as though the air had passed through a living field.

The patients adored him
yet no one could quite recall what he actually did with them.
They entered his room drowning in pain...
and exited silent, reflective, as if they had witnessed something unspeakable.

It is said he once saved a woman who was dying of laughter.
And once returned sight to a blind man by reading him a recipe.

But the strangest thing of all
he was never seen outside the hospital.

No one knew where he lived.
No car. No phone. No address.

And then, one day...
he vanished.

In his place, they found only a single green leaf of paper, handwritten in a slanted script:

"Healing is not a science. It is an art
and parsley is truer than medicine."

Since that day,

whenever someone passes a bundle of parsley at the market,
they feel as though someone is watching them...

And smiling.