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Darshita kept running frantically. She could not focus on her friend's warnings or whatsoever. She was worried only about him in the moment.
Darshita: Where are you, Shubham... please be okay...
The eerie silence around her was scary as the only sound were her own footsteps. Every now and then, a soft rustling in the distance made her jump, but she did not stop. She had to find him. Suddenly, through the mist, she spotted a figure standing still.
Darshita: SHUBHAM?!
She ran towards him in relief. She reached him and hugged him.
Darshita: Oh my god, you're okay! I thought I lost you!
Shubham: I'm okay, Darshi... don't worry. sighs That thing just threw me here I don't know why and then it ran away.
They stood like that for a moment, Darshita's head buried in his chest. She couldn't help but cry.
Shubham: Hey! Don't cry, I'm okay! See? I'm right here!
Darshita: Let's go back. The others are waiting for us.
Shubham: Of course... but first...
Darshita: Shubham? gasps
But it was too late. In one swift motion, the Skin Stealer plunged a sharp, bony hand into Darshita's chest, directly into her heart.
Darshita: coughs blood Sh...Shubham...? blood spilling all over
Skin Stealer: Shubham's was never here.
Darshita: Why. . . agh it hurts fuck- Why shubham? N-no you're not him, he would never do such a thing to me, never. . . falls down
Skin Stealer: I am not hungry now. Or else I would eat you too, Lucky human. dashes far away into the mist
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Shubham. . . . you left me-?
You-
I did not even get to talk about it . . .
I am so sorry
Hahh. . .
I should've listened. . .
Sammy. . .
I'm sorry
I love you all
so much
Sam: comes running DARSHITA! cradles her head in her hands DARSHITA HEY!
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The attic window
HorrorA girl goes through a traumatic experience and dies. But has she really died? How much does she suffer in the dreamcore world to get her soul back? Tw: Gore, violence, weirdcore
