After 2 Days
Avriel lay awake, the ancient bed beneath her creaking with every breath, each noise amplified in the silent void of the house. The stale air hung thick around her, filled with the faint scent of damp wood and something else—something cold and unnatural. She stared at the ceiling, every shadow seeming to writhe and stretch as if alive.
The message on the window, "Stay away", echoed in her mind, gnawing at her sense of reason. But she couldn’t leave. A burning curiosity tied her to this place, a pull she couldn’t explain.
The wind howled outside, and somewhere, deep in the bones of the house, she heard it again the heavy, measured footsteps, each one echoing as though coming from all around her. Slow. Relentless. As if whoever, or whatever, it was had all the time in the world.
Avriel sat up, her fingers clutching the blanket tightly as the footsteps stopped abruptly, leaving an unnerving silence in their wake. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, yet she forced herself to stand, a strange resolve hardening within her. This was what she’d come for the thrill of the unknown, the answers buried in the shadows.
Summoning her courage, she made her way to the door, each step echoing in the empty space. She stepped out into the hallway, its silence stretching into something unbearable, something thick with an unseen presence. It was as if the house itself was waiting, holding its breath.
Then, from nowhere, a low, guttural whisper broke the silence, chilling her blood.
“You should not have come here.”
The voice reverberated through her mind, dark and menacing, like thunder rumbling just beneath the earth. Avriel’s pulse quickened, her throat going dry as she scanned the hallway, but saw only shadows.
“Who’s there?” she called, her voice barely a whisper, betraying her attempt at bravery.
A suffocating cold filled the air, pressing down on her, and the shadows seemed to thicken, writhing as though they had a life of their own. The voice came again, this time harsher, filled with a simmering rage.
“I don’t welcome the living.”
A gust of icy wind swept past her, extinguishing the candle she held, plunging her into complete darkness. Panic clawed at her chest, but she held her ground, struggling to keep her voice steady. “I want to understand you. I want to know why you haunt this place.”
A mocking laugh, low and chilling, echoed around her, sinking into her bones.
“Understand? Foolish girl,You dare seek the dead? You meddle with what you do not understand.”
Avriel’s defiant whisper cut through the dark, “If you wanted me gone, you could have done something by now. So why are you keeping me here?”
A chilling silence followed, pressing down on her until it was nearly unbearable. Then, with a tone as sharp and venomous as broken glass, his voice snarled from every shadow, reverberating through her mind like the toll of a death knell:
“Done something?” he hissed, his words filled with an icy malice. “You think I haven’t done it before? I could extinguish the life from your fragile heart in a single breath, snuff out your existence like a worthless flame. You are no different to me than dust. ”
"And the reason why I haven't done anything severe to you is because imma fuckin' spirit, I love to play with my little victims untill they beg me to end their life". He laughed like a maniac.
The atmosphere turned suffocatingly cold, each word slicing into her as though wielded by a dagger. Shadows pulsed around her, tightening, alive with his dark fury.
“You are nothing but a nuisance in my prison, a foolish creature with no sense of self-preservation. And make no mistake,” he continued, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper that seemed to come from mere inches away,
“if I choose, I will make you vanish without a trace, leaving only whispers of screams etched in these walls.”
“You have no idea what lies beneath this house. It will devour you.”
Her breath came in shallow gasps, and she felt the cold fingers of fear curl around her heart. She knew she was in over her head. But something about his words felt like a challenge, as if he was daring her to uncover the truth that kept him bound to this place.
“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.
A furious gust of wind swept through the hallway, slamming doors and sending a deafening crash echoing down the walls. His laughter followed, cold and biting.
“That's because I haven't shown you the real me, you think you can handle that without being afraid, little human?”
Before she could respond, a sudden pressure seized her throat, invisible fingers tightening with a force that made her vision blur. She clawed at her neck, struggling for air, her legs weak beneath her. In that moment, she felt his anger, his bitterness, as though it radiated from every wall, every corner of this forsaken place.
Just as her vision began to fade, the pressure lifted, and she fell to her knees, gasping for breath. She could almost feel his presence beside her, watching, as if weighing her very soul.
“Leave,”he whispered, a final warning laced with fury. “Or you will beg for mercy that will never come.”
The darkness seemed to close in, suffocating, yet she forced herself to stand. Shaking, she took a step back, retreating down the stairs, her heartbeat pounding with each step.
But as she reached the bottom, a realization struck her ,this spirit, this ghost, was more than a mere phantom. There was something deeply broken in him, something dark that tethered him to this world. She knew, without a doubt, that she was facing an unimaginable power, one far beyond her control.
But she couldn’t leave now, not without understanding why he lingered, why his rage and pain filled these walls like a storm ready to break.
She glanced back up the stairs, where his shadow had been, and whispered to herself, a shiver running down her spine, “I’m not leaving until I know the truth.”
In the darkness, an icy gust of wind sent a final, bone-chilling warning through the house.
And the shadows seemed to whisper back, as if echoing a curse that would bind her fate to his forever.
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LOVER OF THE DEAD
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