I can’t win this. Stall him, Katerina, maybe they will not reach Christian before he gets home.
“What really happened to Lieutenant Stanley?”
“We captured him and held him prisoner until the war ended. A few months ago, his body was delivered back to his homeland. According to this article, he ended up in Norfolk for a poor farmer to discover.”
Just then, we hear gunfire coming from outside. Gerhardt walks toward the window to see what’s happening when the door bursts open, and six men come inside, guns drawn. “Drop the weapon!” the lead man exclaims.
Gerhardt continues to aim the gun at me.
“Gerhardt, please do as they say,” I plead. I don’t want to see anyone die, but it is clear only one of us is going to make it out of this kitchen alive. And looking at the Americans who just burst into my kitchen, I am guessing it’s going to be me.
Just then, Christian walks into the room. Oh thank God! He’s alive! I want to run to him but not with Gerhardt’s gun pointed right at me.
“It’s me you want to kill, Gerhardt, not her. You love her!” Christian says, trying to get him to aim the gun at him.
I scream, “Christian, no! Gerhardt, don’t listen to him.”
Confusion comes across Gerhardt’s face, and his eyes dart back and forth between Christian and me. But the gun remains pointed my direction. And then in the midst of his confusion, one of the men who is aiming at Gerhardt fires and hits him right between the eyes. The gun drops from Gerhardt’s hand, and he falls to the table.
Christian runs to me and pulls me into his arms. “Are you all right? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” He’s feeling me all over to ensure I am not hurt.
“Yes, yes, I am fine. He did not hurt me.” I look back at Gerhardt and then back at my husband. “How did you know?”
“About two weeks ago, we received word that Gerhardt Wagner had entered the US. We’ve had him under surveillance ever since. Washington tracked him to you as we all expected.”
“Oh.” My legs begin to feel weak, so I reach for the nearest chair. I sit and Christian kneels in front of me.
“It’s over. It’s all over.” He caresses my cheek. “You are safe, our child is safe, and we are free to live our lives as we were always meant to.”
“Really, it’s really over? No more looking over my shoulder?”
He shakes his head. “No more.” He pulls me into his arms. “I love you, Katerina.”
“I love you too.”
The End
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What’s so scary about Bunny Man Bridge?
Only a hanging, several dozen homicides, and an ax murder—by someone in a bunny suit…
But that was over forty years ago and has never been proven.
The Bunny Man Bridge is littered with urban legends, all of which happened on Halloween. This year, a new murder has taken place, and just like the legend tells, it just so happens to be Halloween.
Just outside a small town in Clifton, Virginia, lies a bridge, or an overpass as some refer to it. It is formally known as the Colchester Overpass, but to many urban legend hunters, it is known as the Bunny Man Bridge. Its outward appearance is really nothing special, just a one-lane concrete tunnel beneath a railroad track. But to many, it’s the scariest landmark in the area.
October 31, 2018
Lieutenant Marc Daniels, the newly hired chief investigator of the Clifton Police Department, knew otherwise. He had heard the stories of mayhem, but he didn’t believe in the urban legends surrounding the overpass and refused to fall victim to the tall tales. “Those stories are just not true,” he had said over and over again when people mentioned the local urban legend.
But on Halloween, 2018, Lt. Daniels was forced to think again.
Because of his rank, Lt. Daniels didn’t normally work nights, but many of his staff wanted time off to attend parties or prepare their kids for trick-or-treating, so he volunteered to work so they could be home with their families. Daniels didn’t have any family nearby, and with the crippling snowstorm in the forecast—an oddity for this time of the year—travel was out of the question.
At around 11:45 p.m., Lt. Daniels received a call from