La mano de un hombre muerto

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THE SADISTIC BARON VON KLAUS

Here, take this. Calm down!

I hate Sundays.

- Go on in, you stupid-

- Okay, I'm going.

- Hi, Theo.

- Good evening, Margaret.

What's happening?

- Nothing good.

- Come on, tell me!

My personal assistant.

I'm the brain. He's the machine!

What a machine!

Not very modern.

Hanzel, don't help yourself to that.

You know

it's the most expensive stuff.

I know, but it's the best.

There you go. You deserve it.

It's very lively in there, eh?

They sing a lot

but don't spend much!

- And the boss?

- She's happy today.

It's been a long time

since I saw her like this.

- Wait for me here.

- Why?

You look like a beggar!

Hi, Hanzel.

Has Margaret paid you?

No, Miss Lida, but I'm in no rush.

I'm giving her a loan.

- Have you had a drink?

- Without your permission, not yet.

- Go ahead.

- Thanks!

You're a funny rascal, you are!

And you're gorgeous!

Can't you see

you're disturbing the doctor?

No, not at all.

It's not disturbing him, see?

I wonder how you can work

with all that noise.

You get used to it.

Besides, I prefer not to be alone.

I like the sound of young people

around me.

He's talking about me.

Listen, these articles you've been writing

for the last three months...

is it true what I've heard

about them?

What have you heard?

They say it's a very gloomy story

about ghosts.

With plenty of vampires

and big birds.

Not exactly, but kind of.

It's fascinating!

I could tell you things that would make

your blood run cold in your veins...

and I'm not kidding!

Unbelievable, but true!

He's heard everything.

He's a smart guy, you know!

Go on then, tell me.

Have you heard of Von Klaus?

The baron?

I know him, yeah.

He lives six or seven miles from here.

That's right.

It's a damp, swampy area...

in the middle of nowhere,

full of quagmires...

where thousands of bats

fly around every night.

That's where the current baron rules.

I mean the other one,

the one who died 500 years ago.

I didn't know that one.

I'm a bit too young.

Don't make jokes.

I'm talking about the first baron.

Centuries ago,

he was the lord of this land.

One day, he and his men

decided to kidnap a young girl.

She later died

from the atrocities they committed.

The father called down curses

upon the torturer...

and his lost soul now wanders

about till the end of time.

Not long afterwards,

the baron disappeared...

in the stagnant waters

surrounding the castle.

People claim he died...

but I know he didn't.

He often appears over the ponds

in the middle of the night.

His ghost comes from

the depths of the swamps...

and he comes to kill sadistically.

I say it because I know it.

Yes, it's true.

I've seen his shadow.

I haven't heard of crimes

here in this area.

I've seen the mutilated bodies,

the torn flesh of three poor young girls.

It's been a long time,

probably fifty years ago.

You must have been very young.

Yes,just a kid.

I'll never forget what I saw.

Baron Von Klaus, the father

of the current baron, was accused.

What is certain is

that the spirit of the murderer...

has been reincarnated

in his descendants.

It's a good horror story,

but a bit too fantastic.

That's not all.

Every time a young woman was sacrificed,

the same signs occurred.

There were blasts of wind...

and wild animals came down out

of the mountains towards the village.

The moon disappeared three times...

and dreadful screams

were heard in the forest.

You're about to see that I'm not lying.

Tonight, the signs have started

to manifest as before.

There are the same omens.

I know the killer

has come out of the swamps.

Come on, Hanzel,

stop bothering Dr. Kallman...

with your ghost stories.

It's not a story for children...

but it's certainly compelling.

The women here are pretty,

aren't they?

Beautiful, boss.

They're worth the money.

If you behave, I'll pass them on to you

when I'm done with them.

Thanks, boss!

Look at these brand-new boots

I found in the garbage.

You must have radar.

Every time you come across a trash can...

you find something good.

I've been at it a long time.

I'm a professional.

- Hanzel.

- Yes?

It's all because of your beard.

I want to be

as smart as you, Hanzel.

I wish I had your experience.

It's all a matter of intuition.

You dig about

in the heap and you say-

- This smells like new.

- Don't go too much by that.

The old man knows

what he's doing.

A thousand-year-old chair

is worth more than one made today.

Everything is worth something-

even a piece of bone.

- A bone?

- Yes, a bone.

Giddyap!

Theo, come here.

It's him.

He's come back, Theo.

"Maidens and Murderers

Weekly Magazine"

Hello, kid.

What's going on

at this ungodly hour of the morning?

Where were you?

Chasing skirts?

No, this time it was pants.

A female bus driver.

She was beautiful.

Congratulations, Karl!

You're a lucky man.

Lucky? Nothing happened,

unfortunately.

Here, take this money!

Where am I supposed to go

this time?

To Holfen.

Where?

To Holfen.

To Holfen, okay.

Holfen, a town noted

for its gothic style, its trout...

its food, and its crimes.

Which of these specialties

am I supposed to write about?

- The crimes, of course.

- Very well.

One young girl was murdered,

another has disappeared.

It's incredible.

These crimes have been recurring

periodically since the 17 th century...

and there's supposed

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