We walked up a little hill and down the other side. About one hundred yards in, the path branched out in two different directions. The branch to the r...ght looked well traveled, the one to the left seemed a bit over grown. Apparently it wasn't used a lot. I decided to go that way. We walked about another hundred yards when the path abruptly ended. There was a small clearing with a large rock and leaves and sticks covering the ground. There were empty beers cans strewn about and evidence of a. “Yeah, just met her recently,” I admitted, without going into detail. Peter didn’t press. Alex appeared curious, but wasn’t certain if she’d rather just change the topic. Our waitress returned with our menus.“We should get a bottle of wine,” Alex perked up. Her father looked at her. “I am old enough.”“I’ll have to ask for ID,” our waitress said. Alex made a mad dash through her purse for her wallet and card. “Oh, a young one indeed. A week-old belated happy birthday!”“Thank you.” Alex turned. Her nervous whispers cant just about be ear "When my older sister came home there was something different about her, I couldn't place it until I saw her attack, Dad."The camera panned around the corner as the distinct sound of flesh slapping against flesh could be heard. Upon rounding the corner the girl let out a shocked gasp before dropping the phone to the floor. Instantaneously the feed went black and all that could be heard was a shrill scream followed by copious amounts of moaning.. My story is of course fictional, but such things did happen during the Second World War, to ?real people with lives and hopes and dreams?.Personally, I do think that it is important to tell, or rather write, about such stories, even if they are fictional or fictionalized, so that people would know about such things and learn from history, hoping not to repeat and avoid the mistakes of the past.Story:1940, Nazi .