The Ritual
I will not condemn what you read from now on. It has been ages, and as much I can recall it was not just another good friday before an easter sunday. Alexander, like every year, must be curious to attend the holy sermon with Wilhelm. Like every year, he reached out to his great grandfather's attic and looked for his telephone directory. Every year they perform a ritual, that he had no part. He was told to draw out a call to Sabrina. He never spoke to her except making a few words of a venue that comes by a post every year, two days before the sermon. He always wondered about the consequences. This time he decided to unravel the age-old mystery of this ritual that he never talked about to Wilhelm. He waited for the postcard, and the postman around his usual time at one past nine in evening. There was no clue who will be the next victim of this ritual. After waiting for an hour the letter arrived. The postman greeted, "I am retired and this will be my last delivery to you. I hop...