Adronitis {t.r.}

Chapter 70

⚠️This chapter contains graphic depictions of death, gore, and a dead body, please skip if this chapter makes you uncomfortable⚠️

The sound of her thumping heart filled the silence as she walked closer into the house, the smell causing her eyes to water.

Eve wanted to vomit. Not just out of disgust but out of the wavering anxiety that was now hovering above her.

Each step she took was filled with tense, her blood pulsing in her ears. She felt frightened, clutching her wand tightly to her frame as Jinx followed, his eyes observing any unusual movement.

She tried to push down the feeling to nausea down but it kept returning no matter how hard she pushed. The smell only grew stronger as she neared the ballroom of the house, cold air stringing from that specific room. Are the French doors wide open?

Her heart was now in her throat, beating uncontrollably the closer she crept towards the ballroom, tears stabbing at her eyeballs. The smell was now incredibly strong the moment she peeked her head into the ballroom, her body limp at the horrific sight she was met with.

There was music that played so faintly on the radio - anyone could've missed it if you didn't listen carefully. Two figures were swirling in the ballroom but something was wrong about the person in the arms of the other.

There was no head attached to the body.

Pure horror sent shivers down Eve's spine, her hand immediately clamping over her mouth in attempt to not let out a gasp.

The body was a shade of greenish-blue, the smell putrid as it twirled within the arms of the other person. The arms had swelled double in size, the sleeves of the dress appearing too small for the body.

Eve, unfortunately, recognized the dress as it had belonged to her mother. Eve gulped thickly as she realized that the person that was dancing with her mother's now decomposing body was Alastair, the man she thought had loved her mother.

"I can sense you, you know", he finally spoke. "I was waiting for you".

Eve felt the pulsing in her ears intensify, her heart dropping to her stomach as she couldn't process what was happening.

This isn't real. No, no, no, NO, NO, NO. I'm only dreaming, wake up Eve! Wake u-

"Speak up girl", Alastair spoke loudly. "I know you can hear me".

Eve couldn't stop staring at her mother's body, her mind starting to formulate multiple questions all at once. It wasn't until she noticed a glint from above her when her gaze was torn from the painful sight, the image burnt into her exhausted mind.

"What the fuck did you do to my mum?" was all Eve managed to breathe out before clenching her wand tighter. Alastair smiled, twirling a massive butcher knife in his grasp.

"I killed her", Alastair said, no mercy shown in his monotone speech. "She was so, shall we say - a useless cow".

Her throat had began to close up, the world spinning around her in a pace so fast, she couldn't tell if she was really living this moment or if she was dreaming. The feeling of Jinx rubbing himself against Eve snapped her back into the broken reality she despised dearly.

"Why did- where is her head! What the fuck did you do with her head!".

A sick, high-pitched laugh escaped the man that stood before her, his head tossed back with every rise of his chest. Eve stared at the knife, noticing that it was caked in dried blood.

"That's going to be a fun game", he said in a tone that dripped with faux sympathy. "I think you'd love it".

Eve shook her head, her eyes feeling wet, heartbeat rapid as she began to feel her mind bounce in and out of shock.