"What do you want from me?" her mother almost yells, the dread of her children becoming part of the mess she stirred up seeping through cracks she thought she had patched. Turns out she had missed a few small insignificant looking holes.
It disappears out of her mother's sight and she heaves a heavy sigh in relief as she prays that it had vanished quick enough to make her children into believing they had imagined seeing it there. After all, it was easy enough to toy with their minds. It was almost ridiculous how they believed everything she told them. Yeahh, she could gaslight them into thinking it was their scrawny little imaginations that made them see that hideous thing. Then they could just forget it ever happened. She imagined them happy in the future, rich, living in a big house far, far away from this accursed apartment barely roomy enough for the three of them.
Happy. Maybe her kids weren't the ones with overreactive imaginations, maybe she herself was a little delusional too. She had no choice though. She had to be. For the sake of her children. Right in the middle of her fantasy, Max screamed and her heart dropped.
"Go awayyy. Please, I beg you." Tears slipped down his face as he blurted out those words. " I don't like it when you come." A break between his words followed before he shakily shook his head, weak, repeating one word. "No, no, no, no-"
When you come. The words felt like a punch to her gut. It has been here before- more importantly Mad knew it. Max had met it. Her chest tightened as mortifying thoughts swarmed her calm head. Poor kid was begging and there was nothing she could-
It then hit her.
How was Max seeing it? She couldn't. It was out of her line of vision. Bile rose up her throat and she felt like she was going to puke. Right now, her 6 year old son was having fright squeezed life out of him before her eyes and she couldn't do anything about it. It made her sick thinking about it. What could she do? For starters, she was absolutely clueless about where it could be so just snatching Max and Jules of their bed and running away was out of question. Besides where would she go? And especially with two small kids? It was too much to risk.
Max relaxed and she saw her daughter tense up. She didn't scream or yell but she surreptitiously kept glancing at random points in her room. First in front of the grimy old closet, then by the window. Her heart lurched. Had it read her thoughts about jumping out of the window. She hoped not. She watched both her brother and mother slightly at ease but still on their guards. It was then that she realized.
She wasn't the only victim here and there was a high probability that she had introduced them to it. Tears pooled in her eyes as she cursed herself for stirring up commotion when she had first seen the thing in her room. Had she not drawn them in they would have never been part of this. Hurting alone was much better than hurting together. It was all her fault. She was to blame amd no one else. The thoughts in her head made her want to spring off her bed and poke out the gnawing eyes it had. The eyes she did not that were always watching her.
The next thing she captured was something flying through the air and smashing onto where she looked. Where it was. She blinked and it was gone just as suddenly as it appeared into sight.
"Now, now Amber. Is that the way? You used to be different before."
The echo was ghostly and it sent cold chills down Jules's spine. She had never remembered its voice whenever it talked to her 'there'. And the fact that it knew her mother's name was not making it any better. It already knew too much about them.
"NO I DON'T"
Huh? The answer was different to what it had said. So now it could choose who and when it wanted to talk to, too? Wasn't that unfair now.
"Ever wondered why it was always thirteen minutes? I bet you did." The last part was almost sung out and it drove Jules insane. It was enjoying this. They were letting it enjoy this by being scared. By being afraid. But it wasn't as if they could turn a blind eye to pain and fear. They demand to be felt. She too demanded something and it was answers.
"Thirteen minutes" she mumbled out to herself, eyes inhumanely wide.
She never did. She had just accepted the thirteen minute timer and convinced herself that she wasn't allowed to question it.
"Yesss" it hissed and it was the most morbid sound she has ever heard. Like a snake mocking its prey that it can't escape from it. "Thirteen minutes. Isn't there a lovely story to tell here, right Amber?"
"Right???" it said again, pressing on hander than before.
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(A/N: I feel like theres some direction to the story now- IM SORRY IF IT DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE 😭 the idea in my head itself is pretty vague and cloudy at the moment so theres a lot of sorting out still left for me to do 😔)
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Thirteen Minutes Only || Horror
Terror[#1 ON PARANORMAL THRILLER] She has thirteen minutes to run from what's after her. It wont get her nor will it leave her alone. And her mom seems to know things she doesn't. The question that stands is 'who's the bad guy?' «exclusive thanks to a s...
