●✈ 𝐀 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 ●
❝What are you?❞
❝Do you know the line between life and death?❞
Janet Tyler, a seventeen-year-old girl whose hobby was to play badminton. She used to play badminton in her local areas and school. With the help of h...
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My whole body shook. My thoughts muddled and crushed with each other, creating chaos and confusion.
It wasn't the diary that made it look suspicious but the place and the way in which it was kept.
The forest seemed darker than usual, and without my mobile, I was unable to decipher the exact time. I clutched the diary near my chest and started walking towards the gate.
Somehow, I felt that sneaking out of there was easier compared to going in there again.
Looking back one last time, I thought of going back to my room. But then the moment I turned around, I froze. . . I couldn't believe my eyes.
Someone was standing a little distance away from me, a smoky figure... almost blending in the thin air. Firstly, I mistook it for winter fog. I thought I might be dreaming. With that thought, I shut my eyes closed and opened my eyes again.
And when I opened my eyes, I screamed. That thing was just a little distance away from me!
Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
"Who are you!?" I shouted.
"Ssh... t...the..y a...are... g...goi...ng to h..ea..r y..ou." Something whispered near my ear.
Is Avery pranking me again? If she is, then I swear to God. . .
The hairs on the back of the neck stood in alarm.
My mouth automatically opened to scream, but a cold palm muffled it. My heart felt like it stopped beating.
It was definitely a hand... but cold, and a musty aroma of paint colors. I felt suffocated.
"Ja...ne...t" That faint voice whispered.
That wasn't even a human voice! It was somewhat rough and mostly echoing. Its words were not clear, but one thing I knew for sure was that whoever that was, was calling for me.
"S...sa...ve A...rth...ur.." I heard again.
"Who are you?"
"Y...yo..u a...are... i..n da...nge...r."
Danger? What danger?
"s...sa..ve u..s..."
But then a strong wind began to blow which halted my steps and threw me out of equilibrium. I fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"Ah-" My scream was cut short by the muffling of a strong yet fragile hand. Still cold, but this time the smell was different. It was pure vanilla. And I came to understand that, someone who threw me on the ground was in pure rage.
"Let.. her go!" She screamed.
Her screams echoed in the forest, clashing with the environment and coming back to my ears, ringing and screeching. It was unbearable. Yet, it was as if only I could hear it. The institution made no efforts to investigate the case. My heart was pounding in my chest. And in the first time in my life, I believed in the mysteries of the supernatural realm.
With terror-filled eyes, I saw myself surrounded by the haunting energies. To my surprise, their faces were etched in sorrow and desperation. I couldn't help but wonder if the afterlife bore the weight of perpetual sadness.
"Do all the ghosts look like this? So sad and hurt?" I pondered, my voice a soft whisper that melted into the silence of the mysterious realm. The spirits, trapped in eternal limbo, cast ethereal glances my way, their eyes holding tales of unspoken agony.
"Let... her...go... don't... in...clu...de he...r in th...is game..." Something spoke but I couldn't see who.
As I grappled with the enigmatic energy surrounding me, the diary I clutched tightly in my hands seemed to have a life of its own. The aged pages, yellowed with time, whispered secrets of a bygone era. With an almost spectral grace, the diary slipped from my grasp, and as it descended, a tattered piece of paper clung to its weathered surface.
In this suspended moment between realms, I found myself caught in a dance with the supernatural, where the beauty of the spectral and the melancholy of the unknown merged into a captivating tapestry of the afterlife's secrets.
"I don...t wa...nt h...er to become a... par..t of... this," She whispered.
Just as someone whispered that, a cruel mock reverberated in the forest. That sent a shivers down my spine. How terrifying it was to acknowledge the laughter of the unseen.
creating an otherworldly atmosphere where the living and the spectral collided—a symphony of sadness, frustration, and eerie amusement that enveloped Janet in the ethereal dance of the supernatural.
I couldn't even make out the words as the more time went the more hazy their words became. But I heard the broken parts.
Justice? Are they seeking help?
I was sure by then that, they weren't here to harm me by any means.
So? Do they have any other motive?
"Go!" I heard and whisper yell.
"Go... B..ef...or..e w...e ha..rm y..ou, o...ur sa...ni..ty i..s han...ging by a th...in th...re..ad."
My body couldn't cope with the situation, and I stood there in utter shock.
"Run!" The last word I hear. Loud and clear. After that, the cruel, mocking sounds carried me away with them. My soul was filled with grief, anger, and emptiness. My heart was beating erratically. Someone pushed me last the boundary of the forest.
And I looked back to look one last time.
A pair of hazel brown eyes.
I felt thousands of frozen needles being pierced through my skin. I looked forward again, and I didn't even realize when tears after tears made their way down my cheek, and I wiped them.
Getting back inside the gate cautiously, more tears followed, cascading down in a silent symphony of sorrow.
⭑⁎꙳⭒☪︎⭒꙳⁎⭑
Leaning back against the wall, I looked at the big clock hung on the shabby wall of the building. It was already 3:50 in the morning.
I quietly made my way towards my room. I found some incredible pieces of reality today, which of course, I didn't want to believe. With a heavy heart, I started to ponder about the things.
But when I reached my room, I found the door wide open.
Avery wasn't inside the room. . .
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