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Irish Girl With no Soul

Max Marshall

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Irish Girl With no Soul

First edition. January 8, 2024.

Copyright © 2024 Max Marshall. Written by Max Marshall.

This book was written partially using AI Ideogram content in the text and illustrations.

Description

Grandpa Andrew sits on the couch and tells grandson Scott the story of his youth. In his youth, he was seduced by the red-haired beautiful Irish witch Samantha on St. Patrick’s Day. She turned out to be a witch, sucking the souls of men, after which they lost their memory.

In Andrew’s youth, there was a legend about a beautiful red-haired Irish witch who seduced men in bars and then sucked their soul out of them. Andrew did not believe in this and calmly went to bars. Until one day tragedy struck

Andrew had a friend, Michelle, who also often relaxed at the bar. On Sunday, he went to a bar, and red-haired beauty Samantha met him there. A few minutes later, Michelle and Samantha went to the beach to buy. And after that, Michel disappeared, no one saw him anymore.

Andrew’s girlfriend, Barbara, told everyone she knew that one day her husband just got out of bed, got in the car and drove off in an unknown direction. No one else saw him. Maybe he was bewitched by that witch Samantha.

No one believed Barbara that her husband was bewitched by a witch and she was considered crazy. Barbara was sent to a mental hospital for her stories about her missing husband. No one believed in Samantha the witch stealing men on St. Patrick’s Day.

Andrew goes to that bar called «Green Dog», where his friend Michelle disappeared, communicates with the visitors. Most people try not to answer Andrew and are surprised when he asks about some red-haired witch.

About the Author

Max Marshall creates stories that transport readers to far-off lands, immersing them in rich cultures and inviting them to experience the full spectrum of human emotion.

Nestled within the pages of countless masterpieces lies a writer whose name evokes thoughts of passion, creativity, and boundless imagination.

With an elegant command of language and a deep understanding of the human soul, this writer creates characters whose triumphs and struggles resonate deeply with readers of all ages. Whether exploring the complexities of love and loss or delving into the depths of the human psyche, this writer’s prose is as beautiful as it is insightful, revealing truths that stir the heart and inspire the soul.

Chapter 1: A Grandfather’s Story to a grandson

In a small house located in a quaint town, Andrew’s grandfather was sitting in his favorite armchair with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. Little Scott, his grandson, snuggled up to him, wanting to hear another of his grandfather’s legendary stories.

— Grandpa, tell me a story! Scott pleaded, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Grandpa Andrew laughed softly, gently ruffling Scott’s hair.

— All right, kid. How about I tell you a story about a young guy named Andrew and a naughty red-haired witch named Samantha?

Scott’s eyes glittered with excitement, and he nodded impatiently.

— Well, it all started many, many years ago, on a magical day known as St. Patrick’s Day, — Grandpa Andrew began in a soft and soothing voice.

— Young Andrew was just a boy then, full of curiosity and adventure. He had no idea that on that fateful day his life would change forever.

Andrew’s grandfather painted a vivid picture in his own words, describing the bright colors of a noisy city square filled with laughter and music.

— And she was there among the festivities, — he continued, lowering his voice to a whisper.

— Samantha, a red-haired beauty with eyes like emeralds and a smile capable of charming the stars.

Scott’s imagination soared as he imagined this charming scene.

— Andrew was a brave young man, but even the bravest souls can fall under the spell, — Andrew’s grandfather explained gently.

— Samantha, you see, was an unusual girl. She had a secret — a magical secret that would change Andrew’s life forever.

As Grandpa Andrew told his story, Scott listened intently, hanging on every word. He could feel the excitement building inside him, he couldn’t wait to find out what happened next.

— But Andrew didn’t know much, — Grandpa Andrew continued, and there was mystery in his voice,

— Samantha wasn’t who she seemed. She was a witch, a kind of sorceress who had the ability to steal the souls of unsuspecting men.

Scott gasped in disbelief, his eyes widening in surprise.

— A real witch, Grandpa? — He whispered, his heart pounding with excitement.

Grandpa Andrew nodded solemnly.

— Indeed, my dear boy. But don’t worry, this is just the beginning of our story. For, you see, even in the face of darkness, there is always a light that guides us.

And with these words, Grandfather Andrew put his arm around Scott’s shoulders, pulling him to himself, and together they set off on a magical journey filled with adventure, courage and the power of love.

Chapter 2: The Story of My Youth

In the picturesque town where Andrew lived, rumors about the legendary red-haired Irish witch spread through the cobbled streets. The stories the elders told warned of her bewitching beauty and her sinister intentions — how she lured unsuspecting men into her arms only to steal their souls.

But young Andrew paid little attention to such stories. With a heart full of courage and a mind brimming with curiosity, he ventured out into the world, seeking to explore and discover everything that lies beyond the familiar borders of his hometown.

As Andrew wandered through the busy streets, the air was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and the sounds of cheerful laughter, he could not help but admire the wonders of the world around him. With each passing day, he became more and more convinced that the legends of the red-haired witch were nothing more than bizarre fairy tales composed by storytellers seeking to entertain the masses.

Chapter 3: The Red-haired Witch on St. Patrick’s Day

Andrew found himself back in the noisy tavern, and a feeling of excitement spread through his veins. Today was an unusual day — it was St. Patrick’s Day, a day of revelry and fun unlike any other.

His dear friend Michelle was sitting next to him, her laughter filling the air as they shared stories and toasted the joy of friendship. But amid the laughter and camaraderie, a shadow loomed — a shadow in the form of the red-haired witch Samantha.

With a playful smile and a twinkle in her eyes, Samantha sauntered into the tavern, attracting the attention of everyone who saw her with her presence. And although Andrew felt a twinge of unease at the sight of her, he brushed it off, deciding to enjoy today’s holiday.

But fate had other plans for him.

As the hours passed and the fun reached its climax, Michelle and Samantha started a conversation, their voices rising above the noise of the crowded tavern. And before Andrew knew it, they were already making plans to visit a nearby beach — a simple errand, or so it seemed.

Nodding and smiling, Andrew watched his friends leave, their figures disappearing into the distance among the sea of walkers. He had no idea that this would be the last time he would see Michelle.

As the day wore on and the festivities began to wind down, Andrew became increasingly worried. Where did Michelle go? Why didn’t she come back from her assignment with Samantha? Questions swirled in his head, threatening to engulf him with anxiety.

But no matter how hard Andrew tried, he couldn’t find any trace of his girlfriend. She disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a lingering feeling of fear.

Chapter 4: The husband has gone mad

Andrew found himself confronted with another mysterious mystery — a mystery that was much closer to home.

One day, when the sun sank below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle overhead, Andrew’s beloved girlfriend, Barbara, approached him with a worried expression on her face.

— Andrew, — she began, her voice trembling with excitement,

— I have to tell you something. It’s about my husband.

Andrew’s heart skipped a beat as he listened intently, thousands of questions running through his head.

— He… he’s gone, — Barbara continued, her words coming out in a hurry.

— One day he just got out of bed, got into his car and drove off into the night. No one else saw him. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

A chill ran down Andrew’s spine as he considered Barbara’s words. Could it be true? Could her husband have been a victim of the same sinister forces that took Michelle away?

And then, like a lightning bolt, a thought struck him

— Samantha. Is it possible that a red-haired witch was behind all this? That she had used her dark magic on Barbara’s husband, luring him into the night with her bewitching charms?

With furrowed brows and a determined gleam in his eyes, Andrew vowed to reveal the truth. For he knew that he would not rest until he solved the mystery of his missing husband and put an end to Samantha’s reign of terror once and for all.

Chapter 5: The wife in a mental hospital

Days stretched into weeks, and the mystery of Michelle’s disappearance remained unsolved, another sad story began to unfold in a quiet town. This story revolved around Barbara, a kind-hearted woman whose world was destroyed by the disappearance of her beloved husband.

Barbara’s eyes filled with tears as she recounted the events of that fateful day to everyone who was willing to listen. Her husband, once a loving and devoted comrade, simply disappeared into thin air, leaving behind only an emptiness of unanswered questions and unspoken fears.

But as Barbara’s pleas went unheard and her cries for help went unanswered, a sense of despair began to take hold of her. No one believed her wild tales of witches and dark magic, dismissing them as the ravings of a disturbed mind.

And so, with a heavy heart and a soul burdened with sadness, Barbara found herself locked up in the sterile walls of a psychiatric hospital — a prisoner of her own suffering and the disbelief of others.

Lonely and scared, Barbara clung to the fading hope that someday, somehow, her husband would come back to her. But as the days turned into months, and the truth remained elusive, her spirit began to fade, leaving behind only an empty shell of the woman she once was.

But amid the darkness that threatened to engulf her, there remained a spark of hope — a glimmer of light that whispered of redemption and the promise of a bright tomorrow.

For in the heart of every tragedy are hidden the seeds of perseverance and strength to stand. And although Barbara’s journey was fraught with difficulties and despair, she emerged from the shadows stronger than ever before, ready to face any challenges that lay ahead.

Chapter 6: The Green Dog Bar

With a heavy heart and determination burning in his chest, Andrew set off in search of a solution to the mystery of his girlfriend Michelle’s disappearance. And so, he found himself standing in front of the battered wooden doors of the Green Dog bar, the very place where Michelle disappeared without a trace.

When Andrew entered, the air was filled with the smell of stale ale and the muffled murmur of conversation. The dimly lit room was crowded with customers, their faces hidden in the shadows as they sipped their drinks and whispered stories.

Undeterred by the gloomy atmosphere, Andrew walked over to the nearest table, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of the elusive red-haired witch. But to his horror, most people looked away, their lips pressed into a thin line as they avoided his questioning gaze.

— Excuse me, — Andrew called out, his voice ringing above the noise of the crowded tavern. — Has anyone seen a red-haired woman here? — Her name is Samantha.

But his words were met only with silence, the visitors looked at each other nervously, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. The mention of Samantha’s name seemed to strike a chord — a chord that Andrew was determined to unravel.

Undeterred by the lack of an answer, Andrew continued his search, weaving between the crowded tables with a sense of purpose burning in his chest. He knew that somewhere among the sea of faces there was a clue — a clue that would bring him one step closer to discovering the truth.

And as the hours passed and night approached, Andrew’s resolve only grew stronger, his resolve unshakeable in the face of adversity. For he knew that no matter how dark the path seemed, the light of justice would always point the way.