Hiya dear visitors,
I want your answer for a story request. Recently I found out a marvellous tickle story at a German tickle site. The story is called "Tödliches Lachen (Deadly laughter). It was by far as I know the longest I've ever seen. And by my opinion it's a very nice one too... mysterious, long, cruel... but most of all... it brings fear up into the hearts of all ticklish person. After reading the whole thing... would u really , really think u are safe?
For your introduction, here is the first part that I translated for you from German to English (free translation... i'm not a professional translater, so excuse me for any mistakes ). If this first part interests you, let me know in this forum. So I can daily work on a new part to translate and post it here...
Many greetings,
Elena
Enjoy the first part of "DEADLY LAUGHTER":
A mysterial serie of murder "entertains" the Police services of Münich: yet three victims were found dead
in their beds. All victims were female, between the ages of 24 and 28, all of them were solitary, and there were all traces of bondage to be found on them. However, not a single sign of wound or whats or ever is found: no sign of sufficating, no wounds … the only possible cause of dead was a heart decease. What was more: there was not any sign of violence, though all victims were being naked.
Murder without blood?
The police keeps seeking. In the homes of the victims only cash money was taken away; any other material such as Hi-fi Stereo, Art ort Juwelry was untouched. Fingerprints or other hints were not found as well. Common testifying could not bring up any satisfying result as well. Officialy the police did not give any comment yet.
"Nice place," thought Chief - Inspector Susanne Berchtold by herself, when she appeared at the place of murder. "Usual" things were going on: Criminalspecialist were marking the furniture, doors and windows were marked by grey stripes, a photographer was running on and off, … The neighbourhood was trying to catch up a look, but the police was sure of not letting to look in her businnes. A doctor meanwhile concentrated on the victim.
Carefully Susanne Berchtold bend down in front of the bed, where the victim was still laying on. It was a
young woman, probably aged 26 or 27, cute looking figure. She had short brown hair, a beautiful face, which from the eyes however, were looking so aimless and wide open. Strangely enough, it was just about as if the lips were about the laugh. Not directly, but more a freezed laugh, just as if she bitten into a lemon right at the moment of watching a comedy or something. But however, neither no television ,nor lemon was laying in the room. "Pure madness," whispered the chief inspector.
The doctor stand up, he was ready. The questions to ask were: "Could u tell us something about the time and the cause of death yet?" Shaking off the head. "Defenitely the death must be happened not longer than just four, perhaps three ours ago. Talking about the cause, I can't say anything specific yet. Everything is so mysterious, so mysterious. The only thing I can conclude right now is that the victim defenitely was bound, her hands and ankles show us traces of pressure. But from violence however… I have not found any trace yet…
Can you tell me doctor, which sort of death causes such a strange expression at the face?" - "I don't know, … wish I could tell you. But we'll settle it out.
The doctor looked up over his glasses. "Say, I don't know you that much yet. Are you a new member of the murder investigations?" - "Oh excuse me for not having myself introduced yet: Susanne Berchtold, Chief Inspector into murder cases. I'm at service yet since four months, and this is my very first case of murder." - "Well, I wish you good luck, and as a matter of fact you have something very special at your hands for a first time. See you tomorrow. Bye." Her collegue, Tom Schweiger winked her from by the door. "Would u please come for a while, Mrs Berchtold, here is the lady from the neighbours, who found the victim.
Tom Schweiger inspected his Chief Inspector, as she walks past him. He admired her flexible , nearly cat-like way of moving, which matched perfectly with her green eyes and her short red hair. She was quite smaller as he was, and therefor always had to look up when talking with him. In reality however, it was HIM who was looking up. In fact she was the youngest Chief Inspector in service of the Bayern Police. Once again he wonders himself if he wouldn't be fallen in love with her, and once again he shaked his head in response. No, he likes her, he respects her and he admires her. But love?
Finally she appeared in front of him and he introduced the neighbour lady: "this is Mrs Angerer, she lives just over this appartment. In the morning she rang the doorbell, she wanted to ask Mrs Peters for some milk to put in her coffee." Yvonne Peters was the name of the victim. Schocked the lady explained: "Yeah, you know, Mrs Peters was always so kind for everyone. We've drunken coffee with each other from now and then and we also went shopping for each other, when one us had not enough time. Normally she has her breakfast at eight o'clock, she starts her job at nine. And that's why I thought, Luise, ask her simply if she can miss some mi…" Then the chief inspector interrupt the whole story. "So you ranged at eight o'clock, and no one opened the door, right?" The neighour nodded. "You know, at first I thought, she overslept herself, so I started ringing the doorbell like crazy and knocked the door as well, hoping on waking her up. But still no one opened, I got fear and called the police. The poor Girl… "
I want your answer for a story request. Recently I found out a marvellous tickle story at a German tickle site. The story is called "Tödliches Lachen (Deadly laughter). It was by far as I know the longest I've ever seen. And by my opinion it's a very nice one too... mysterious, long, cruel... but most of all... it brings fear up into the hearts of all ticklish person. After reading the whole thing... would u really , really think u are safe?
For your introduction, here is the first part that I translated for you from German to English (free translation... i'm not a professional translater, so excuse me for any mistakes ). If this first part interests you, let me know in this forum. So I can daily work on a new part to translate and post it here...
Many greetings,
Elena
Enjoy the first part of "DEADLY LAUGHTER":
A mysterial serie of murder "entertains" the Police services of Münich: yet three victims were found dead
in their beds. All victims were female, between the ages of 24 and 28, all of them were solitary, and there were all traces of bondage to be found on them. However, not a single sign of wound or whats or ever is found: no sign of sufficating, no wounds … the only possible cause of dead was a heart decease. What was more: there was not any sign of violence, though all victims were being naked.
Murder without blood?
The police keeps seeking. In the homes of the victims only cash money was taken away; any other material such as Hi-fi Stereo, Art ort Juwelry was untouched. Fingerprints or other hints were not found as well. Common testifying could not bring up any satisfying result as well. Officialy the police did not give any comment yet.
"Nice place," thought Chief - Inspector Susanne Berchtold by herself, when she appeared at the place of murder. "Usual" things were going on: Criminalspecialist were marking the furniture, doors and windows were marked by grey stripes, a photographer was running on and off, … The neighbourhood was trying to catch up a look, but the police was sure of not letting to look in her businnes. A doctor meanwhile concentrated on the victim.
Carefully Susanne Berchtold bend down in front of the bed, where the victim was still laying on. It was a
young woman, probably aged 26 or 27, cute looking figure. She had short brown hair, a beautiful face, which from the eyes however, were looking so aimless and wide open. Strangely enough, it was just about as if the lips were about the laugh. Not directly, but more a freezed laugh, just as if she bitten into a lemon right at the moment of watching a comedy or something. But however, neither no television ,nor lemon was laying in the room. "Pure madness," whispered the chief inspector.
The doctor stand up, he was ready. The questions to ask were: "Could u tell us something about the time and the cause of death yet?" Shaking off the head. "Defenitely the death must be happened not longer than just four, perhaps three ours ago. Talking about the cause, I can't say anything specific yet. Everything is so mysterious, so mysterious. The only thing I can conclude right now is that the victim defenitely was bound, her hands and ankles show us traces of pressure. But from violence however… I have not found any trace yet…
Can you tell me doctor, which sort of death causes such a strange expression at the face?" - "I don't know, … wish I could tell you. But we'll settle it out.
The doctor looked up over his glasses. "Say, I don't know you that much yet. Are you a new member of the murder investigations?" - "Oh excuse me for not having myself introduced yet: Susanne Berchtold, Chief Inspector into murder cases. I'm at service yet since four months, and this is my very first case of murder." - "Well, I wish you good luck, and as a matter of fact you have something very special at your hands for a first time. See you tomorrow. Bye." Her collegue, Tom Schweiger winked her from by the door. "Would u please come for a while, Mrs Berchtold, here is the lady from the neighbours, who found the victim.
Tom Schweiger inspected his Chief Inspector, as she walks past him. He admired her flexible , nearly cat-like way of moving, which matched perfectly with her green eyes and her short red hair. She was quite smaller as he was, and therefor always had to look up when talking with him. In reality however, it was HIM who was looking up. In fact she was the youngest Chief Inspector in service of the Bayern Police. Once again he wonders himself if he wouldn't be fallen in love with her, and once again he shaked his head in response. No, he likes her, he respects her and he admires her. But love?
Finally she appeared in front of him and he introduced the neighbour lady: "this is Mrs Angerer, she lives just over this appartment. In the morning she rang the doorbell, she wanted to ask Mrs Peters for some milk to put in her coffee." Yvonne Peters was the name of the victim. Schocked the lady explained: "Yeah, you know, Mrs Peters was always so kind for everyone. We've drunken coffee with each other from now and then and we also went shopping for each other, when one us had not enough time. Normally she has her breakfast at eight o'clock, she starts her job at nine. And that's why I thought, Luise, ask her simply if she can miss some mi…" Then the chief inspector interrupt the whole story. "So you ranged at eight o'clock, and no one opened the door, right?" The neighour nodded. "You know, at first I thought, she overslept herself, so I started ringing the doorbell like crazy and knocked the door as well, hoping on waking her up. But still no one opened, I got fear and called the police. The poor Girl… "
