Parker's Legacy | Damon Salvatore, Malachai Parker

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CHAPTER TEN
HAUNTED HALLOWEEN

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HE REMAINED CONCEALED by the window, shrouded in shadows, silently observing the peculiar sight that unfolded before him. Two men, disoriented yet jubilant, had somehow emerged right in front of his property. Their embrace turned into a passionate kiss, a gesture of victory or reunion, it seemed.

The figure concealed within the shadows maintained his vigilant watch, analysing every nuance of their interaction, their facial expressions, and body language. What had brought them here on his supposedly concealed property? And how?

As he continued to observe, their celebration abruptly shifted. Worry etched across the features of one man, while the other seemed resolute, attempting to reassure his companion. Their hushed conversation was a puzzle to the watcher.

Eventually, the two men left the confines of the property and proceeded onto the streets. A sense of intrigue filled the watcher's mind as he silently followed their movements. It was only a matter of time before he would uncover the enigma that had brought these two to his doorstep.

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Henrique stood once more within the dark, foreboding confines of the old suburban Victorian home, the same place that had haunted him before. The air was thick with dread as he cautiously explored the eerie surroundings.

"Hello?" He muttered out, wariness laced in his voice.

The atmosphere was steeped in an eerie, foreboding darkness that seemed to seep into every corner of the seemingly family home. The air felt heavy, laden with an inexplicable sense of dread that clung to his every step. Shadows danced menacingly along the walls, their movements creating an unsettling, almost otherworldly sensation.

The house itself appeared abandoned, as if it had been trapped in time, frozen in a state of perpetual gloom. Cobwebs hung like sinister tapestries from the corners, and the faint creaking of the wooden floors added to the oppressive ambiance. The walls seemed to close in on him, their faded wallpaper peeling away to reveal the decaying secrets hidden beneath. The experience was different this time — unusually creepier.

As he ventured deeper into the house, the very air seemed to thicken with an aura of malevolence. Sinister whispers echoed through the corridors, their source unknown but undeniably chilling. It was a place where reality and nightmare intertwined, where fear and darkness merged to form a suffocating miasma that clung to his every thought.

Without warning, an ominous presence manifested before him, and his heart quickened its pace. It was his father, but this time he was different — bloodied and malevolent. He froze, terror gripping his very being.

Without warning, his father lunged at him, his eyes filled with an unfathomable darkness. In one swift motion, his father's hand came down, and he felt an agonising pain as his own throat was brutally slit. The world blurred, crimson seeping through his fingers as he clutched his neck in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. He collapsed to the ground, seeing his father smiling at him before the world consumed itself, sending him into a void.

Henrique instantly sat up, gasping for oxygen as he struggled to comprehend the nightmarish scene. His father's malevolent gaze bore into him, leaving a trail of indescribable horror that would haunt his waking hours long after the dream had faded. His chest heaved in frantic rhythm, the pounding of his heart echoing the lingering dread from the dream. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, and his hands trembled as he tried to shake off the terrifying vision that had just assaulted his senses. He roamed his hands around his neck, feeling the surreal pain from the dream. Nothing was there.