Prologue-I

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"Rose," Robbie whispered, his voice trembling as he was drenched in sweat, seeking solace in his sister's embrace. "I'm scared."



Gently holding him, Rose murmured, "Everything is going to be okay."



"Why is Mom trying to kill us?" Robbie's voice quivered with fear.



"She's not going to," Rose reassured him, wiping away his tears while silently acknowledging the gravity of their situation. Their mother, once rational, had descended into madness, her footsteps outside the closet door echoing ominously. In the distance, her voice chanted, "To be or not to be..."



Their mother's descent into madness wasn't sudden. She had always held beliefs in the arcane, and now she saw them as offerings for some dark ritual. Rose knew they had to escape, but as the footsteps drew nearer, fear paralyzed her.



"Rose," Robbie's whisper broke the silence, his grip tightening on his sister's arm. The closet door creaked open, revealing their mother, wielding a kitchen knife with a vacant stare.



Rose, overcome with terror and anger, pushed Robbie away. "This is your entire fault!" she cried, her voice laced with fury. "If you weren't born-"



Robbie sat, stunned by his sister's accusation, unable to comprehend the chaos unfolding before him. As his mother advanced, he closed his eyes and covered his ears, longing for peace amidst the impending darkness.




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