The room suddenly felt colder, the air thick with an unsettling tension. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, like the quiet wasn't normal-something was lurking just beyond my reach.
Alicia had stepped back, her eyes no longer playful but filled with a dark, unnerving intensity. "You feel it too, don't you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Before I could respond, the lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then they went out completely. The apartment was plunged into darkness, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant rustling from somewhere in the walls.
My heart raced, the sudden stillness wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. I heard footsteps-slow, deliberate-approaching from behind. I spun around, my breath catching in my throat, but there was nothing there. Just the oppressive darkness.
"Alicia?" My voice trembled as I reached for the light switch, but it was useless. Nothing worked. The fear crept up my spine, a cold dread I couldn't explain.
I could hear Alicia breathing, but her presence felt distant, almost hollow. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice twisted in a way that sent chills down my back.
A sharp noise came from the corner of the room-something scraping against the floor, dragging closer. Panic surged in my chest. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to know what it was.
Without thinking, I turned and ran. My footsteps echoed in the dark as I sprinted toward my room, slamming the door behind me and locking it. My hands shook as I fumbled with the lock, heart pounding in my chest.
I leaned against the door, trying to steady my breathing, but the shadows outside seemed to press in, the faint sound of something-or someone-moving just beyond the wood.
"Mommy..." The voice was low, distorted, like it was coming from everywhere at once. "Let me in..."
I pressed my back to the door, my mind racing. What was happening? What had Alicia become?
The door rattled as if someone-or something-was trying to force its way in. The fear clawed at my insides. I couldn't stay here. Not like this. Not with that thing outside.
I held my breath, waiting for the sound to fade, but it only grew louder. And then, suddenly, it stopped. Complete silence.
But I wasn't alone. I could feel it. Something was watching me.
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The Horrors
TerrorMitochondria, a quiet subject at Murkoff Hospital, is assigned to care for a 17-year-old girl named Alicia as part of a strict program. Along with fellow subjects Ave, Zz, Sera, and Lyn, Mitochondria wears an orange jumpsuit and a tamper-proof track...