Medusa's Revenge

By Preston Child

Three teenagers are setting out to conquer the cliffs of their hometown; an adventure that is taking them to the limits of their psyche; an adventure that is revealing their nightmares and secrets. Every yard in the rocky wall is bringing them closer to Medusa’s Revenge until they are suddenly caught in a struggle between life and death.

Will their friendship endure this terrorfying horror, or will it break them and at the end the next fatal victims of Medusa’s Revenge?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Feb 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9783748774822

Book preview

Prelude

Preston Child asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this short story.

Three teenagers are setting out to conquer the cliffs of their hometown; an adventure that is taking them to the limits of their psyche; an adventure that is revealing their nightmares and secrets. Every yard in the rocky wall is bringing them closer to Medusa’s Revenge until they are suddenly caught in a struggle between life and death.

Will their friendship endure this terrorfying horror, or will it break them and at the end the next fatal victims of Medusa’s Revenge?

This short story is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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The Gods have cursed her; have made her a shadow of her former personality; and yet she managed to maintain her beauty. She became the woman with the snake hair, who pondered for revenge on her tormentors. 

In people’s dream she kept her former, seductive and dangerous personality, so that she could prepare her revenge unseen by everyone. Unnoticed by the Gods, she reproduced herself - so that her descendants could fulfill her revenge!

Chapter One

On a day so hot, that it seemed to suck the breath out of their lungs before their skinny bodies could use it, three friends from a nearby village decided to conquer the cliff.

After lunch the teenagers left their homes and wandered along a tarred road in silence until they reached the unpaved parking lot of Devil’s Corner, a rock formation that looked like a trident from the sea side. Long and steep stairs caved into the rock meandered down to the water and the beautiful sandy beach of the Devil’s Bay, at least during low tide. At high tide the rough and wild surf of the North Sea occupied the lowest steps.

They stopped at the beginning of these stairs and looked out over the calm sea; lonely and deserted the water mixed with the cloudless summer sky on the horizon. After a brief moment, each of them following their own thoughts, the boys threw mutually encouraging looks at each other and started descending.

A salty breeze blew towards them, sheathed them and cooled down their sweating bodies as they carefully walked down the rocky steps. Small, colorful butterflies fluttered around them and