Talk:Es Fließt Frei/@comment-7706473-20131114083441

Compliments flow freely from those who enjoy a good scare... But (and maybe it's just my schiesse-Deutsche) what was it about 'not being done telling stories..'? That line was very ominous, and made me doubt the entirety of the ending - but let's start from the beginning.

This little tale doesn't skimp on the gore, and reminded me immeasurably of a scene in the excellent Umineko; the deaths were deliberate, and evoked a sense of playful evil that was always one step ahead of our protaganist. That, and the theme of safety, fleeing, and refuge (denied) were also present, and I absolutely loved it. Running from door to door, in order of priority those the narrator considered 'trustworthy'... And denied, each time, for the force had gotten there first. Eerie as hell, and perfect for the story.

However, despite every reason to be scared, what I like most is how the protaganist doesn't lose their cool, doesn't give up, and tries their best to survive - and the ending, along with bitter coffee, serves to let them gather their thoughts... Even if whatever caused this is still out there, waiting, or watching.

The apartments themselves are almost characters that establish a watching, brooding energy in this, perhaps even moreso then the namesake phrase. And when the narrator reports at the end that their door is ajar, well - everyone, or most everyone, has the fear of finding something subtly wrong with their home - worse still, the possibility that it is somehow their fault.

Great piece; excelelntly scary, and very fun to read. A crown of roses, placed with great care upon a pre-arranged corpse, or even a copse of corpses.