The silence was deafening. Slowly, the rattling stopped, and the voices faded into the eerie stillness. I held my breath, waiting, but nothing came. The weight in the air began to lift. Maybe it was over.
I stayed in my room, trembling, for what felt like hours. Finally, exhaustion took over, and I sank into bed, still wide awake but too tired to fight the fear.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but the nightmare came.
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I was back in the hallway, the same dark corridor, lights flickering. My feet moved on their own, leading me toward the door-the door I shouldn't open.
I tried to turn back, but I couldn't. My hand was on the doorknob, twisting it open.
Then-Alicia. She was standing, her back to me, her hair hanging like a shadow in the dim light. I called her name, but she didn't respond.
"Alicia?"
Finally, she turned around, and it wasn't her. Her eyes were too wide, her lips stretched into a twisted, unnatural grin. Her skin was pale, almost translucent.
"Mommy," she whispered, the voice distorted and hollow. "Let me in."
I froze, heart racing, but my body wouldn't move. The air grew thick, suffocating.
"Mommy..." The voice echoed, louder, until I couldn't breathe.
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I woke with a jolt, gasping for air. My heart raced. It was just a nightmare.
But the fear lingered. Was it part of the nightmare? Or was something real out there?
I stood by the window, the lights flickering in the city below. Something-someone-was still out there, waiting. Watching.
I locked the window, sank back into bed, but sleep came anyway, pulling me into another restless nightmare. And I feared it would never end.
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The Horrors
HororMitochondria, 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...
