The Killing of Olga Klimt (2014)
“Although it was some time before the clocks went back, the heat wave was over and one could already feel the insidious approach of winter.
The walk from the bus stop seemed endless. There was hardly any traffic and not a single person in sight. Something was wrong with the street lights, not one of them was on! It was also very quiet, oh so quiet! Olga thought it the deepest silence she had ever known since she had started living in London. It felt heavy and oppressive. One can’t see a silence ...but she did; she imagined it as a great dark beast lying sprawled over the neighbourhood, over the street and the houses, deadening every sound beneath its soft fur … There was a story that used to terrify her when she was a little girl, about the man who was coming to get you when you were upstairs in bed. Now the man was on the first step. Now he was on the second step. Now he was on the third, the fourth, the fifth step … and now the man was on the twelfth step, which was the last, crossing the landing and opening your door and creeping in – and now he was standing by your bed … Got you!MoreLess
The walk from the bus stop seemed endless. There was hardly any traffic and not a single person in sight. Something was wrong with the street lights, not one of them was on! It was also very quiet, oh so quiet! Olga thought it the deepest silence she had ever known since she had started living in London. It felt heavy and oppressive. One can’t see a silence ...but she did; she imagined it as a great dark beast lying sprawled over the neighbourhood, over the street and the houses, deadening every sound beneath its soft fur … There was a story that used to terrify her when she was a little girl, about the man who was coming to get you when you were upstairs in bed. Now the man was on the first step. Now he was on the second step. Now he was on the third, the fourth, the fifth step … and now the man was on the twelfth step, which was the last, crossing the landing and opening your door and creeping in – and now he was standing by your bed … Got you!MoreLess
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