This incomplete story has been written by Joan Miralles.
I have add the illustration.
" In a very
dark night Detlef Jefferson got up.”
Suddenly, he
heard a noise downstairs. - Who's there? - he shouted - He tiptoed
into the main door.
Detlef couldn' t
believe it. The door had been forced and the handle was loose. The
perpetrator had left visible traces... and fingerprints...
Oh no! There must
be a burglar at home! Said Detlef. He was scared.
Jelling in panic,
Detlef called the police. But the cops didn' t heed his call. - It's
that middle aged man again - they said.
Detlef tried to
calm down but he couldn' t help being nervous: something was moving
behind the curtains. At that very moment he saw an arm. - Agggg! He
screamed.
He had to do
something immediately. His life was threaten. He took a baseboll bate
that was hung on the wall... and he hit, and hit, and hit... -
Noooooo! Shouted someone behind the curtains.
