The world fell into darkness as she called to it, her voice swallowed by shadows before her words even reached her lips. She fell, hands dragging her downward, as if they would finally end the desire she felt for the creature that had tormented her since she'd moved in. She hoped they would take her to the darkness that lurked in her dreams—those dreams that grow more vivid, so real that perhaps they weren't dreams at all.
She woke up, or at least she thought she was awake. She stood and walked toward the mirror—that disgusting mirror. She noticed the veil was gone. And it was gone too, leaving only a pair of wet footsteps behind. She followed them, step by step, toward the bathroom.
When she opened the door, she gagged at the sight of black liquid covering the walls, the floor, everything. She stepped back, falling to the ground, but found herself reaching for the liquid as if it were her drug and she was addicted. She felt the revolting liquid slide down her throat, filling her stomach, the bitter taste mingling with the acid of her own vomit.
A pair of hands grabbed her, pulling her away from the blackness, hugging her as she tried to reach for more. "Do that again," a voice hissed, "and I'll put my hand down your throat so far that I'll pull out whatever demon's making you act like this."
She turned toward the voice, but no one was there. When she looked back at the blackness, it was gone. All of it was gone.
Two months ago
"You'll love this house. It's a bit older than what you were looking for, but it's a perfect match for you," the realtor said.
More like decades, she thought, then said aloud, "What's the price?"
The realtor glanced away. "Ten grand, cash only."
Her jaw dropped, eyes wide as her opinion on the house shifted from not in this lifetime to absolutely yes. That same day, she moved in; she didn't have many belongings—everything fit in a single box.
"First day in the 'haunted' house," she muttered, half-joking as she stepped inside. As she explored, three things immediately caught her attention.
First, the house's exterior was old, moldy, and quite unattractive. Inside, though, it was unexpectedly beautiful, like a hidden gem. Second, she'd read in the police report that the previous owners—a young couple—had died in the house, though the cause of death was never determined. Third, the mirror across from her bedroom had a strange, unsettling aura about it—a dark presence that felt anything but , normal, or real.
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Veil of Shadows
Paranormal--The world fell into darkness as she called to it, her voice swallowed by shadows before her words even reached her lips. She fell, hands dragging her downward, as if they would finally end the desire, she felt for the creature that had tormented h...
