For Me,There Is Only You |18+|

8. Scary Revelations

Today was one of those days when my brain just refused to cooperate, no matter how much I wanted it to make sense of things. And boy, was there a lot to make sense of.

There was a time when I could have gone on living blissfully unaware that humans could transform into wolves.

Honestly, that would have been my ideal scenario, a peaceful existence without any of this supernatural nonsense.

But life, with its twisted sense of humor, decided to drop me right in the middle of a world filled with mysteries that defied all logic.

Whoever said unraveling secrets was exhilarating clearly hadn't lived my life. Diving into the depths of uncertainty and danger wasn't my idea of fun.

I had always craved security, a predictable routine, and a life where I knew what to expect. Now, it felt like everything I thought was solid was slipping through my fingers like sand.

My emotional state was already hanging by a thread; one more shock, and I might just unravel completely.

Still, no matter how much I wanted to dismiss it as a bad dream, there was no denying the truth of what I had witnessed. It was burned into my memory, sharp and undeniable.

The ladder guy—the cocky smirking jerk —had turned into a  grey wolf right in front of me. Then, as if that wasn't enough, the other two guys followed suit.

It wasn't an illusion, and it wasn't some fear-induced hallucination. It was real. And that scared me to my very core.

Humans turning into wolves? That was the kind of thing you'd find in folklore or fantasy novels, not reality. The idea shattered everything I knew about the world, about what was possible.

How could something like this even exist? What kind of forces were at play here? I had always believed in science, in facts and reason.

But now, faced with this impossible truth, all of that seemed laughably inadequate.

I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but my nerves were too frayed for that.

Instead, I felt a mix of terror and fascination that I couldn't shake. The more I tried to push it away, the deeper it sank in.

I sat frozen on the cold floor, locked in a battle with my own mind.

Part of me desperately wanted to deny what I had seen, to convince myself it was just a figment of my imagination or a trick of the dim moonlight.

But the evidence was too overwhelming to ignore. I couldn't unsee what I had seen, no matter how much I wanted to.

My mind spun with the enormity of the discovery and its potential implications.

Was I in danger? Had I accidentally stumbled upon some secret that I wasn't meant to know? My thoughts kept circling back to the same terrifying possibility.

Were the ladder guy and his friends going to come after me now that I'd seen them? Did they see me at all, or was I lucky enough to have gone unnoticed?

I stared at the door in the dark room, my heart pounding as if it might burst from my chest.

Seconds stretched into minutes, and each one felt like an eternity as I tried to calm the storm of fear and confusion raging inside me.

Slowly, my breathing began to steady. Exhaustion seeped into my bones, and the adrenaline that had kept me wide awake drained away, leaving me feeling hollow and spent.

Eventually, I succumbed to the darkness, hoping sleep would provide some relief from the terrifying reality I had stumbled into.

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