𝕲𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖞 🏹💐

CHAPTER 1.

„Don't be scared, it's okay, it's okay... “ I breathed heavily, singing a song my mother had sung me for when I was sick. I hope it's only a few minutes until I get safely home.
I was walking down the forest near my house. I was coming from the town's bake sale. We were living in a village, so it was safe to take night walks...i hope ~ especially for me, I'm a very tiny girl compared to people i know my age. I don't really talk to people. They find me weird. Except some of them my neighbours. I tend to have a lot of fun with them on sleepovers.
I looked around for the trees. The forest was so silent, giving calm energy. I completely forgot about the case that happened here 30 years ago. Apparently, a young musketeer boy was walking by the forest at night, and heard some gloomy, but alluring calls, that supposedly lead him to a portal, which he never returned back from.
It's an old, yet odd tale that parents still use as a creep-away for their kids so they learn some manners. They often described the young boy armed with a musket as 'childish' and 'not aware enough', which made the children think of a not-so-good example for their future.
As i held these words on my heart, I shivered. The forest breeze was cold, knowing I only had a fur coat and a coquette top under, but maybe it wasn't only the weather, it was the tale that creeped me out. I didn't want to succumb to the feeling of misery, knowing I still was scared of that pathethic little tale for children.
As I walked through a stoned pathway, I heard some strange voices. It was like singing, but very pitched and disturbing...my ears began to rung. The pain intensified every another single step I took, coming back with black dots in front of my eyes. Whether it was from the cold or just my hypochondrial thoughts, I did not like this. The way was already longer than usual, and I did not need any more trouble. When I get back home, I'm going to find at least a thousand missed calls from mother. I tried to overcome the thoughts by thinking of me cuddling with my black cat, but it didn't pay.
Suddenly, I tripped on my already scraped knee. Or atleast i thought so. Under me there was nothing, only my legs, and the pale ground with some vines twirling around it like hair around my finger.
„What the...“ I double-checked if there's really nothing. „Huh...! “ I frowned the look on my face. But when I looked in front of me, there was somebody. I didn't recognise it's gender, nor it's face. It was covered with long, long hair. But I could sense it's mouth moving. It was singing. So this was the sound. It wasn't my ears, it was the wonderful voice coming from this nymph look-alike creature.
„I suppose you're human. You've got to come with me“ it mumbled with a deep, raspy voice.
„W-what a-? “ I couldn't continue my sentence because the nymph tied my hands and pushed me into a worn-out bag.
„Don't blink, don't move, don't.even. make.a.sound...it's all forbidden in our dimension“ it spoke again, this time with a spooky tone.
„What? Where are you taking me- stop! I'm not going anywhere!!!“ I cried out, trying to tear the bag with my mouth since my bare hands were tied with a pretty scratchy rope, that felt like my waists are going to explode. I torn it even more than it's been now. Oh, but I still couldn't see a thing, it was so dark in there, like a black hole. The only thing I could see was the landscape view from the holes in the bag. I could see we were moving from the place I last stood on.
Suddenly, the nymph stood. I heard some shushing and mumbling. It seemed like a spell.
„...O, tenebrosus...lacrima... spiritus umbra...“
These were the only words I heard, before the wind's blowing around me intensified, and my mind went completely blank...

... And dark...