“It was more than twenty years ago. After work, I wanted to walk on the beach, the wind sweetly caressing my face and filling me with peace. As I bent down to pick up a stone to skip on the surface of the sea, a sudden disgust for everything about life appeared in me and – “A sudden cough interrupted Ørjan Andersen. A ninety-five years old, Norwegian, wheelchair-bound man who was suffering from so called hallucinations about trolls was telling his life story.
“Where was I? Oh, yes, right… I probably forgot because of the sun. I was telling you the horror I felt. And suddenly there where nothing but blood. My arms, legs, feet, the sea, the sand even the wind was colored in red. It was so frightening. Oh my god, I still have the flashbacks of that moment. I immediately remembered how I did kill that troll baby. His mother was roaring at me. But I was in the sun; she couldn’t do anything to me. I ran and ran until my legs couldn’t. Why did I even accept that mission? Yes, I was broke but where were my morals? Anyways, my legs went out, I crawled to my village. My neighbors took me to the local doctor. He said to me my body was fine, except my legs, and I wouldn’t be able to remember my last days but who could have thought that my mind was injured too! My first few couple of weeks went easily without feeling any remorse. But in the sixth day of fourth week, I saw a girl playing with her mother next to a river. In this second, I remembered all the things from my troll hunting deal until the death of a troll baby caused by my hand. Everything went to red. Doctor came to help me but the die was cast now. I was trying to scrape off my skin. And then, I saw the mother troll, she was hiding in a cave. Her looks were as gory as death of Jesus Christ. I showed her to the doctor but he couldn’t see her before she was gone. I don’t want to die; if I die I will see that troll baby. His face scares me from top to bottom. His face is like a mixture of love of life and disgust of humanity. I’d choose live forever instead of see that gruesome baby. More or less more than twenty years pass like this. I still see that mother. Even now she is in my basement. She will hunt me like I did to her child. And when she does that, I will be in hell. Maybe I will see her so close today.”
Ørjan Andersen finished his annoying story. I was in the urge of crying. How did I fell for his trap to cease his boredom? Of course, it was all fiction. But I got to admit that it was a strong story. Anyways it was near to sunset and I heard some troll howls like they tell us in fairytales.