━━𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 [𝐇𝐎𝐇𝐇]

𝐎𝐍𝐄

-𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫-

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1

-𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧-

No light could take away the darkness that plagued Margo's room. Even when the wandering shadows weren't there, something always lurked in the corner.

And she knew it.

So when it came that treacherous hour, where the Crains settled down for the night, Margo delayed it as much as possible. But always seeing no other choice but to hurry into the depths of her own despair.

Never once looking back after she entered the cold four walls that trapped her at night, not taking any second glance at the obstacles around her, the only thing in her eyesight was double bed barricaded by pillars and old wooden frames.

Feet always scurried fast, afraid of the hands that prowled for her flesh and fear. It only taking seconds for her to be in the harsh discomfort of the large cot, the feeling of it swallowing her whole- seemingly preferring it to the other possibilities.

The seven year old squeezed her eyes shut- afraid of the hollow ones staring back at her, not that she knew but she could sense it. The constant feeling of being watched. Stalked. Hunted by the predator taunting her, yearning for the possession of her living, beating heart.

Her small frail body shook under the rough covers, as the summer air, unusually cold, seeped through the lonely window. Her teeth connected with her lip as she chewed it nervously- anxiety and paranoia digging a huge pit in the bottom of her stomach.

Margo didn't want to be afraid- the monsters under her bed weren't real, there were in here head. She wanted to open her exhausted eyes but her mind held her against it, knowing that it would cause her years of trauma in advance.

It was one of those nights, where everything laid in silence, pure tranquility. No distant footsteps or whimpers of heavy breaths other than her own. So when the loud cries of her younger sister filled the haunted halls of Hill House. It startled her. A reminder of the reoccurring wails and whines that would ring from the inside of the walls.

Creaking of the large wooden doors echoed; the soft padding of miniature feet making their way to the twins room, the soft whisper of Steve's words and the gentle reassurance of their father.

Margo wanted to see what was wrong, to cuddle with her sister and wipe her tears away.

But she was being pulled further into the bed.

Someone's shallow breath tickled her neck, paralysing the young girl in a state of terror. Her body icy cold, frozen in movement. Sharp needles walked across her figure- piercing and puncturing small holes, which would leak tears and sweat, slowly drowning the young girl. Fire set alight in her throat, restraining from the sobs that were so desperate to escape. And they nearly did when bitter fingertips swept her face, the messy brown hair that guarded her was dragged backwards and tucked beneath her ear.

Margo just laid there.

Not daring to move.

So when her dad opened her door to check on her, all he saw was his sleeping daughter. No spirit or ghost. Just his little Margo, eye shut and sleeping peacefully.

But he couldn't see what she saw or feel what she felt.

With a small smile he shut the door, no knowing he had let more empty souls to roam her void room.

And no one was there to wipe her tears away.

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-𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫-