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Since Savannah, what happened has been recurring everynight.
At 12AM the sky turns red,
the world becomes lifeless and mute,
and shadow-like monsters start to roam around.
Because Ashlyn originally thought the sounds they made were phantom noises, we decided to call the creatures-
𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑺.
We've figured out a few things during the past couple weeks of this happening.
For 7 hours, we're stuck in here.
Even thought time is moving here, time is stopped at 12AM in our world.
This place seems to be influened by our world, but doesnt physically influence ours.
Injuries that happen here can be felt but not shown in our world and vice-versa.
And-
LUNGE.
GAAHHH-
WE ALWAYS RETURN TO WHERE WE LEFT OFF IN EACH WORLD.
The (h/c) haired girl gripped her knife in her hand, her vision blurry from the sudden shift between dimensions. She was at the back, everyone towering over her. She couldnt see what was actually happening. Her hands trembled with.. was it fear? No.. No.. it must be something else?
"Duck!"
The redhead whispered to all of them, as (Name) felt a hand wrap around her wrist and pull her down behind the seats. The mute crouched next to her, his hand staying firmly locked around her wrist as he focused on carrot-top. Not really knowing if she should tell him or not, she let his hand stay like that. "Still there?" Tyler whispered back, his usual scowl on his face as he crouched next to his twin, away from the mute and the rager. Ashlyn nodded, her eyes scanning the group.
