𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚐𝚎

chapter four

some people believe in paranormal stories they hear

And some don't

Some call it superstitious

Fantasies

Stories made by an imaginative mind

But what if those mystic stories are not just a simple fairytale?

What if?

What if they are not just a bedtime story people tell their children so they fall sleep ?

What if?

Would they react the same if there was a truth behind it ?

What would they do if they knew

That They are real

Real people with emotions that hold more depth than some lines on a fantasy book

And those stories that are just a myth to others are the source of their trauma

To their troubled past
And their constant nightmares
The reason their heart fall as fast as a body from a balcony everytime they hear their names getting called

"what's the reason they are called paranormal? "
the question their mind immerse in while they run with a mask on their face

Why are they "the freaks"? "The monsters"? The "sinners"?

How can you commit a sin before you were born?

Was it your fate to live this life

Who decided what's normal and what's not?

Oh Yes

that's right

The government did

The society back then did

The label was given to them by the hands of many included

A label coloured with the reddest red that is buried in the warmest blood

A blood guilty with the crime of existing in a world they do not have a place in

And as They tell people to not believe those superstitious stories

they hunt down those superstitious creatures that are not supposed to be real

A myth to those who are considered normal

And a nightmare to those who aren't

At least this is what I have been told

Hide it because if they find out
It's over

All those who have been killed in the silence

And all those whom Not even their parents know that their corpse is rotting 6 feet under ground

They don't know the person they loved died scared ,alone and hopeless
Screaming in agony

Hopeless to the fate that was chosen for them because of something they didn't even have the control of

They killed someone's daughter
Someone's friend ,someone's lover
Someone's father or mother

Without a single empathy or remorse

Because that's how human turn out when rules don't stop them from doing the wrong

And those with hearts covered in blood shield themselves with facade of the saviours

But would that really be something I should care for ?

I'm on a hunt too
Hiding
Running
Praying
Crying