Kapitel 16: Chapter 16

“My m-m-m-omma,” Zombie stammered behind me. He moved up to the picture on the shelf and grazed a fingertip against one of the troll’s breasts. A smile creased his milk-mustached face.

I ignored the endearing and lighthearted moment and asked, “What’s upstairs?”

“B-b-b-athroom and b-b-b-edroom.”

“Where do you sleep?”

He told me underground, which was very hard to hear and translate because his stammering.

I finished my milk, set my glass on the coffee table, and said, “Take me underground.”

He was apprehensive at first. Then he shook his head ever so slightly. His dark eyes were filled with confusion and broadcasted fear. He took a sip of his milk-k-kand eventually nodded. Within seconds he lead me through the kitchen and down a narrow and dark stairwell to his personal room.