The young girl had partaken in the ritual but at what cost? It was a simple urban legend, how could she know it would be true? It was too late now. The elevator ritual had been complete. She was lost in alone on what they called "the other world". Everything was the same except there was no light. Everything constantly dark, the clouds moving rapidly. She stood at the window in what was supposed to be her dorm but... it wasn't. It felt far too off. She stared out the window, observing the darkness. The only visible thing was the red cross illuminating in the distance. Which meant... she had no time left. "She" would be coming for her. There was no escaping the other world.
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One Shots
Short StoryWritings I do for school. Just thought I'd share some of em. Why not.