the oppression ✞ n.s au [on hold]

antequam

Warning: this is a test story so it is not guarantied to stick around. I wanted to write something paranormal and this is the product. I hope you all like it.

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[unedited]

Stupid Louis. He was going to kill Louis if he got out of this alive. If he got out of this alive. He shook his head of those thoughts and continued to walk through the jail. He was walking towards the maiden's quarters. The air seemed to thicken and he felt like the air was alive with electricity. He fumbled with the recorder in the dark and started to record. His phone flashlight gave off enough light for him not to trip over the loose plank floors and fall. He sat down on a bench against the back wall. Looking out across the room he saw windows, they faced the street. He cleared his throat and held out the recorder and started roll a video on his phone. "If there is anyone here can you please tell me your name?" He felt so stupid, talking to no one, there was no one there. There was a long time of silence other than the settling of the building, he took a deep breath.

"Do you like me being there?"

Suddenly, through the silence a sound pierced the air, footsteps. He stiffened and held in a breath. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, his arms felt like they were being shot with a tazzer. The footsteps grew louder, closer. The air had become so thick and hot, charged with electricity. His phone's flash light went out but the video continued to record.

"Shit." He whispered growing more uneasy every second. Now his only source of light was from the street lights outside, flowing through the windows and into the room.

He glanced around the room and his gaze fell on the corner of the room. Against the windows there was a shadow. His breath hitched and he felt his heart sink in fear. A sob made it's way up his throat. How badly he wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He was completely frozen. Frozen in fear. He just stared. Stared at the shadow in the corner. His phone was still recording so he realized he had caught this thing on tape. He had proof. Then he finally spoke.

"Oh my god what's that?"

He didn't want to believe what happened next. But it did happen  There was no denying the voice that responded to him. It was recorded on his phone and recorder. It was deep, quiet, accented. But it was still there. The way it sent chills down his spine, they way he broke into a cold sweat.

"Hey Harry."

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This is going to be fun.

-alssa