THE WAR OF BLOOD AND FANGS

Chapter 9- A glimpse of horror

The story hasn't really gotten to the keen part but the potential is there. So I urge you all that are likely interested in this story to follow, like and no hate comments please.. it's definitely brutal.... So far so good, I'm tryna keep up with the chapters.

Janet

I trudged into my empty home, greeted by the familiar silence. My mom was out, leaving me to face the loneliness that had become my constant companion. I collapsed onto the sofa, a habital refuge from the chaos that carmington university had unleashed upon my life.

The people there, or rather the drama and stress they brought had turned my world upside down. As I sank into the cushions, I thought of how this poor sofa had borne the burnt of my frustrations. If it were alive, it would have tossed me aside by now!

I reached for the Tv remote, hoping to find some distraction, but my least favorite show was on. I quickly switched it off, unveiling to subject myself to more annoyance. I got up, seeking solace in my room. A warm bath and a change Into my nightdress helped me calm my mind.

Just as I was starting to unwind, my phone buzzed with a notification from Alexa.

'I'm coming soon, on my way. Make sure to set everything, we're definitely going to have an amazing sleepover. Love you.' I groaned, realizing I had forgotten all about inviting her over for a sleepover, something I no longer felt like doing.

It seemed Alexa had moved past over our earlier disagreement, but I was still stuck in my own stress and frustration. Why is my life so messed up? I wondered. The answer was clear. I was surrounded by people who made it a living hell, and the stress was taking its toll.

As I prepared for the sleepover. I realized I wasn't the next Gordon Ramsay. Infact, my cooking skills were so abysmal that I feared causing a kitchen explosion. So I struck to setting up the living room and making sure everything was cozy for our sleepover. It's just me and Alexa, so it's pretty simple.

As I finished up, I heard the door opening downstairs. Speak of the devil, it's Alexa! I should have known better than to expect her to knock or respect my personal space. I've told her before how her barging In unannounced is wrong, but she just shrugs it off saying.

What's the worst that could happen?They'll just get upset and kick us out. I recall our high school days when we had to submit our chemistry assignment. Alexa thought it'd be easier to get our work marked before others, So we went to Mrs Terrasa's house, our chemistry teacher.

Alexa opened the door without knocking, and we were suprised to find Mrs Terrasa waiting for us. Let's just say we got a stern warning and a painful bump on the forehead from a long spatula. As I went to meet Alexa, I heard her calling out.

"Janet..Janet..Janet, where the fuck are you? I'm here and I brought some other things we need for the sleepover. Where are you?"

I shook my head, chuckling at her enthusiasm. As I went downstairs, I noticed a young girl standing outside my house not far from where I stood. Her hair disheveled and her white cloth stained with dirt and blood.

She stood eerily still. Her neck was twisted at an unnatural angle as if she'd tried to escape a vicious attack. Two deep gashes on her neck seemed to scream of a brutal struggle. I wondered if she'd be mauled by some wild animal but the deliberate word "Cursed" etched on her forehead told a darker tale.

Her eyes were grotesquely gouged out, leaving empty sockets that seemed to stare into my very own soul. The dry blood tracing the word on her forehead, appeared to be a gruesome signature, a twisted message from an unknown tormentor.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I took in her bare, battered legs and overall aura of terror that clung to her like a shroud.

Who was this child, and what unspeakable horrors had she endured?The more I gaze at her, the more I felt a sense of dread building inside. It was as if she was a harbing of some ancient evil, a warning of a malevolent force lurking just beyond the edge of town.