Wait For Three Knocks
A Finish man and his Swedish wife decided to go out on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, for a little drive. They lived in the countryside, and it seemed like a wonderful idea.
As the two drove, they chatted about common things, such as the husband, Tino's, work place and how the wife was doing in her first few weeks, carrying their first child. As the two drove, something went terribly wrong. It seemed that the car was having problems, and the engine began acting up. Worried, especially since the two have had been driving for quite some time, Tino drove the car gently to the end of the road. The two were stuck in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a small forest. Sighing, and ever the optimistic, the husband smiled up at his wife and unbuckled his seat belt. "I'll be right back ok sweetie?" he said, grabbing a red blanket from behind the back seat and covering his wife gently.
"Stay here while I go look for help. Don't come out until you hear three knocks alright?" he informed her. She nodded, but seemed a bit worried. It was 8:00 at night and it got dark early. He could only wish for his husband's safety.
The husband closed his car door and locked it, smiling up at his wife one last time, before locking it and heading down the road to find help.
The wife sat there for hours, worried, hungry and thirsty. It was already 2:30 am and the husband had not yet returned. After waiting a few more minutes, the wife heard three knocks on the roof of the car. Smiling and sighing a little in relief, she lifted her head, only to spot a tall, Danish man with spiky hair and bright blue eyes. He smirked, sending chills down the wife's spine and causing her to go into a small panic.
He laughed and lifted his hand, holding the head of the wife's husband, whose face was wearing a horrified expression. The Danish man laughed again, throwing the head over his shoulder and reaching out to open the car door. Finding it locked, the wife sighed in relief. That is, until the Danish man smirked and went into his pocket, holding up keys to the car. The wife, more concerned with her child's life then her own, opened the door to the passenger's side and ran. She ran straight into the forest, trying her hardest to get away from the Dane.
She soon tripped on a root and fell face forward, twisting her ankle. Upon hearing the Dane's laugh, she grunted and tried to stand, she was going to save her child or die trying. She soon reached a small Gas station. Sighing in relief, the wife ran inside and called for help. "Hallo?" she asked, in her thick Swedish accent. She slowly crept in, looking around for help. "Is any'ne 'ere? I ne'd h'lp!" looking at the counter, she could see the bloody trail. The clerk, an 18 year old Icelandic boy, was murdered brutally, with his stomach cut open and his guts spilling out, he wore a surprised expression. Gasping in horror, the wife backed away from the body, only to back up into a hard, chest. Turning her head slowly, she met icy blue eyes. "Goodbye" were the last words she heard. Before having her head sliced off. A/N: LOL! I'm sorry. I shouldn't be happy that some one I love died but I'm just so happy! I looked into my emails today only to see that I've gotten a few reviews! I'm so happy! :'D thanks to everyone who reviewed! I love you!
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