𝗡𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀

chapter :3 Shadows of the past

I stood in the eerie room, my eyes fixed on the arcane symbols and the tattered book. The flickering candle cast dancing shadows that seemed to have a life of their own. A cold sweat formed on my brow as I took a step closer to the table, the air thick with an inexplicable dread.

As I approached the book, the whispering voices grew louder, almost as if they were trying to communicate with me. The symbols on the walls seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, each one more sinister than the last. I reached out, my hand trembling, and touched the book's cover. The whispers abruptly ceased, plunging the room into a suffocating silence.

The book's cover was made of cracked, ancient leather, its pages yellowed with age. I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with thoughts of what I might uncover. Summoning my courage, I opened the book. The first page was filled with incomprehensible symbols and diagrams, all drawn in meticulous detail. As I flipped through the pages, I felt a growing sense of unease. It was as if the book itself was watching me, its contents harboring secrets too dark to comprehend.

Suddenly, a gust of wind extinguished the candle, plunging the room into darkness. My flashlight flickered and died, leaving me blind and vulnerable. Panic surged through me as I fumbled for my phone, hoping for a sliver of light. But the screen remained stubbornly black, refusing to turn on.

In the pitch black, I heard the soft rustling again, this time closer. My breath caught in my throat as I felt a cold presence behind me. I turned slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. The darkness seemed to shift, and a pair of glowing eyes appeared, piercing through the black void.

Fear gripped me, but I stood my ground, unwilling to show weakness. The eyes moved closer, and I could make out the faint outline of a figure. It was tall and slender, its form almost ethereal. The whispering voices returned, more urgent and insistent. They spoke in a language I couldn't understand, yet their tone was unmistakably threatening.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice trembling. "What do you want?"

The figure remained silent, its eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Slowly, it raised an arm and pointed to the book on the table. I glanced at the open pages, now glowing faintly with an otherworldly light.

Understanding dawned on me. The book was a key, a portal to something beyond our reality. The figure wanted me to read it, to uncover its secrets. But at what cost?

Determined to find answers, I stepped back to the table and resumed reading. The symbols began to make sense, their meaning unfolding in my mind. They told a story of an ancient ritual, a summoning of dark forces that had long been forgotten. My blood ran cold as I realized the magnitude of what I had stumbled upon.

The figure's whispering grew louder, more urgent. It was guiding me, urging me to complete the ritual. But deep down, I knew that doing so would unleash something far more terrifying than I could imagine.

With a surge of defiance, I slammed the book shut. The whispering ceased, and the figure let out a low, guttural growl. The room shook, and the symbols on the walls flared with a blinding light.

I backed away, my heart racing. The figure began to dissolve, its form disintegrating into the shadows. The light from the symbols dimmed, and the room returned to its previous state of eerie stillness.

Breathing heavily, I knew that my encounter with the supernatural was far from over. The book remained on the table, its secrets waiting to be uncovered. But for now, I had to get out of the building. The whispers of the past would not be silenced so easily.