Nightmare
Jeg havde boet I London I nogen tid, men I mit kvarter var der stadig mange gader, hvor jeg ikke havde været. En aften skete der noget forfærdeligt. Jeg var gået ud sent. Efter en halv time opdagede jeg pludselig, at jeg var faret vild. Den berømte London Tåge havde overrasket mig. Jeg vandrede rundt i en time, og jeg havde næsten opgivet håbet om at finde hjem. Så dukkede en herre op og tilbød at hjælpe mig. Han kaldte sig Jack the Ripper. Hvor havde jeg hørt det navn før? Pludselig huskede jeg: mange kvinder var forsvundet i de sidste måneder. Nogle var blevet fundet i Themsen; andre var aldrig dukket op. Der havde været mange artikler om ham i aviserne. Jeg ville skrive, men kunne ikke – og så vågnede jeg heldigvis.
I had lived in London for a while, but there were a lot of streets in my neighbourhood, where I had not been. One evening something horrible happened. I was out late. After half an hour I suddenly discovered that I had lost my way. The famous London fog had surprised me. I walked around for an hour and had nearly given up hope of finding my way home.Then a man came up and offered to help me. He called himself Jack the Ripper. Where had I heard that name before? Suddenly I remembered: a lot of women had disappeared during the last months. Some had been found in the Thames; others had never showed up. There had been many articles about him in the newspapers. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t – and then fortunately, I woke up.
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