𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1~ 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚'𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝘼 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚
╰┈➤ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ
"I'm a devil Ira think before you say anything", he replied staring into her soul
"I don't care i...
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My chest heaved as I stumbled toward the door, desperate to escape this room of horrors. My trembling hands reached for the handle, but the cold metal seemed to burn against my skin. I turned it, tugging with all my strength, but the door refused to budge.
"No, no, no!", I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper, panic seeping into every fiber of my being.
I turned back to the room, hoping—praying—this was some kind of hallucination. But the bodies still hung from the ceiling, their eyes lifeless yet somehow fixed on me, and the walls still bore the grotesque paintings of my face.
My scream echoed in the room, but it felt like the walls swallowed the sound whole, leaving behind an oppressive silence that amplified the pounding of my heart. My legs trembled, threatening to give out, but I pressed myself further into the wall, my hands gripping it as if the solid surface could anchor me in reality.
I needed to move. To run. To do something.
But my body refused to cooperate, frozen in terror as my eyes darted between the hanging bodies above and the grotesque portraits that surrounded me. The sickening smell of decay filled my nostrils, making it harder to breathe, harder to think.
I heard it again—a faint sound, so soft it could have been imagined. A low, dragging shuffle, like something being pulled across the floor. My head snapped toward the sound, my breath hitching as I strained to see beyond the flickering light that barely illuminated the room.
“Who’s there?”, I managed to whisper, my voice shaky and weak.
No response. But the sound persisted, growing louder, closer. My knees buckled, and I felt myself sliding down the wall, my body betraying me as panic consumed me. I wanted to close my eyes, to block out whatever was coming, but I couldn’t. Something deep inside me told me I had to stay alert.
And then, the whistling returned.
Soft at first, but it carried an eerie tune that sent shivers down my spine. It was coming from behind me, as if someone—or something—was right outside the room.
