The Realm

° Chapter 7 °

Haunting.

Haunting is the moment when you know death is near and there's nothing you can do to even slightly alter your Fate.

The moment when your soul drifts away from your weak body.

Emily shook all over as she took careful, fearful steps into the darkness. There wasn't a ray of light nor a sign of life to comfort her.

She was utterly alone.

Even the trees seemed to have lost their interest and withdrew themselves into their own secluded world.

If she had waved her hands in front of her eyes, not even a shadow would've been seen.

Precisely why she couldn't stop herself from walking into a Spider's web.

Emily screamed and ran straight through the web. All the while, she jumped and searched all over for any sign of the spider.

Her hair felt like a frizzy mess while her cheeks burned with the hot tears that rolled down endlessly.

She felt like crying.

She felt like laughing.

But when she attempted to make a sound, she heard it to be the wail of a deranged animal.

Her own vocals astounded her as they sounded strange and unknown to Emily.

She didn't know when she had started running because the coldness seemed the same everywhere. She couldn't even feel the wind. Just the deathly cold gripping around her weak soul.

Legs aching.

Eyes burning.

Fear magnifying.

Hypnotic.

Hypnotic is the moment when your mind plays it's tricks on you, convincing you that there's still hope.

But no, there isn't.

There's no light at the end of the tunnel. There's no way to escape the terror that will seize you.

You're trapped.

Forever in the maze of your own mind.

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