Desperation clung to Lyra in the following days. She wore red every day, hoping it would protect her, hoping it would quiet the whisper. But it only grew stronger, winding itself around her like a dark shadow, filling her ears with soft, frantic cries.
One evening, she walked to the river on the edge of town, hoping the fresh air would clear her mind. The water was dark and still, a mirror of the night sky.
As she stared into the water, the whisper returned, sharper now, almost frantic. "Hush."
The river rippled, and in the faint moonlight, Lyra's reflection began to distort. The face looking back wasn't her own—it was the woman from her vision, her mouth open in a silent scream. A bloom of red spread across the surface, staining the water like blood.
Lyra stumbled back, fear flooding her veins. But the whisper wrapped around her throat, hissing. "Hush."
The woman's face faded from the water, leaving Lyra alone with one horrifying thought: Was the woman trying to warn her, or was she trying to take her?
The river felt alive, as if it were waiting for Lyra to make her choice. Would she step closer, or turn and run?
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Hush
HorrorA quiet town hides a dark history that's about to resurface, and one woman's obsession with the color red pulls her into a nightmare she may never escape. In this chilling story, Lyra Callen, a woman with an unusual affinity for red, finds herself t...
