"Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."―Luke 23:24
In an isolated world, a college student - Valerie attends a party with her best friend at a ghost town where an evil force creats havoc in a world where she has t...
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"Seven deadly sins, seven ways to win, seven holy paths to hell, and your trip begins. Seven downward slopes, seven bloodied hopes, seven are your burning fires, seven your desires."―Iron Maiden
♡♡♡♡ Jesus Christ―Brand New: "Well, Jesus Christ I'm not scared to die, I'm a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get a gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling?"
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Terror leaked through the pores of Valerie's flesh. Her hand was currently clamped over her chest right where her heart would rest, beating irregularly as she attempted to calm the rupture that was threatening to erupt inside of her rib cage, clutching onto her insides.
Valerie rushed towards the kitchen, maneuvering over the counters and over the dining room chair―which was not pushed in. She grasped onto the largest steak knife from the drawer of unkempt silverware and dull butter knives that live in her kitchen. Her home wasn't too big, it was perfect for her. Valerie slowly sloshed her way towards the front mahogany door, taking deep and shallow breaths. The memories from her nightmares wavering back into her acrimony mind. She watched the door frame, she also began to twist and spin her head around, begging her reality to turn out to be fantasy and that she'd just wake up.
But she didn't.
She heard a loud groan followed by a whimper and then cacophony. Valerie never loosened her grasp on the knife. She has never held something so tight in her entire life. The adrenaline running through her veins numbed the pain the grasp of the knife was causing her.
Valerie yipped when her phone suddenly started ringing. The bland ringtone tearing into her ears. She blatantly rushed towards where she had thrown it which was face down on the hard wood floor next to her dull three-seater leather couch. It was cracked but nothing could stop her from being idyllic as she watched Jessica's name and a photo of her and Jessica cheesing pop up in a small green bubble, "Hello?" she quickly rushed out, moving back towards the window to open the curtains a little to peek at the man from her night terrors and watched him creep closer, oblivious to the world around him.
"Oh my gosh! Thank God! Valerie!" Jessica quickly hushed, "You're alive, God it was terrible." she wailed while Valerie attempted to hush her, observing the man from afar. Valerie attempted to speak over Jessica's wails to calm down her state of distress but she was also focused on the man outside. She's never seen anything so insidious.
"Calm down, Jessica," she panicked, "I'm kind of in a situation right now!" she yelled, causing the man to turn his head in her direction. There was no way he could hear her, could he? "Shit," Valerie moved, tripping over her own two feet and quickly shut the curtains tight. Jessica's wails couldn't be silenced but they could be heard throughout Valerie's sad home, "Jessica? Jess, Pink?" Valerie soothes, finally calming down her friend.
