Let Me In!! [Ongoing And Under Editing]

Away!

Demons, mythical creatures rumored to be spirits of the deceased, are often dismissed as mere legend. However, could they truly walk among us? The town of Nelspruit, nestled within the scenic landscapes of South Africa, basked in the warmth of the sun. This idyllic town boasted lush green mountains that offered both beauty and protection. In the hustle and bustle of daily life, the residents toiled tirelessly to provide for their families and maintain their standards of living. Yet, beneath the town's radiance, shadows loomed in the form of a mysterious problem: people disappearing without a trace. Fear gripped the hearts of the townsfolk as authorities remained unsuccessful in locating any of the missing individuals.

Within the town's protective embrace thrived its wealthiest residents, who inhabited the safest enclave. Among them lived a family—a mother, father, and a strikingly beautiful young girl named Samantha. A sixteen-year-old student, Samantha had earned a reputation as an introvert. She cherished solitude, finding solace in anime and music, resisting any intrusion while engaged in her interests. Curiously, her parents found comfort in her reclusive tendencies, given the town's history of disappearing children her age.

"Mommy, do you really have to go?" Samantha pouted, arms folded.

"Come now, dear. We've discussed this," Miranda, her mother, replied tenderly, smoothing Samantha's hair and caressing her cheeks.

"But... I don't want you to leave," Samantha mumbled, saddened by her parents' impending business trip to the city's outskirts.

"Your mom and I must go. After all, someone needs to pay for the WiFi that supports your interests," John chimed in, dressed and ready with his briefcase.

"It's called anime, Dad!" Samantha retorted, her frustration palpable. She shot her father an irked glance—his tendency to criticize her pastimes made him far from her favorite person.

"Don't use that tone with your father, dear," Miranda interjected, often finding herself in the role of peacemaker between the two.

"You're too lenient with her. She needs discipline," John insisted, clearly vexed by Samantha's choice of words regarding his brother.

"Be fine, sweetheart. He's not as bad as you think. Goodbye, my love," Miranda said, embracing and kissing Samantha goodbye. She and John departed, leaving Samantha alone in the house.

As her parents drove away in their white Range Rover, a symbol of their high status as editors in a successful publishing company, Samantha waved, locked the doors as instructed, and returned to her room to indulge in her beloved horror anime. Gradually, a scratching sound emerged from the front door, growing louder with each repetition. Initially dismissing it as branches, Samantha grew concerned and picked up her phone to call her parents.

"Mommy, there's a scratching sound at the front door! I think there are demons outside!" Samantha's voice trembled as she clung to her pillow.

"Relax, darling. There are no demons, neither outside nor on Earth," Miranda reassured her.

"Demons? I told you those shows were no good for her," John's voice sounded, his irritation evident.

"Demons are real! But I don't expect you to understand. You're always consumed by work, hardly giving your daughter the attention she needs!" Samantha shouted, hanging up the phone. With the unsettling sounds persisting, she mustered courage and approached the front door, opening it. What she saw defied belief—a tall man, dressed in black, with brown pants and a silver watch that mirrored her father's.

"Niece!" The man stretched his arms and embraced Samantha, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Uncle Gerrard!" Samantha managed, squeezed tightly like an overfilled balloon, her smile subdued by the intensity of the hug.

"How's my favorite niece?" Gerrard beamed, his eyes reflecting a delighted feline.

"I'm your only niece, Uncle," Samantha pointed out, placing a hand on her hip and shaking her head playfully.

"But still my favorite," Gerrard chuckled.

"I'm well, Uncle," Samantha replied, her warmth returning in the familiarity of his presence.

"You've grown. I'm here briefly to drop off my bags before a meeting. I'll be back later, okay?" Gerrard explained, handing Samantha his bags before driving away.

"These bags are heavy. Does he plan on staying forever?" Samantha muttered as she carried the bags to the guest room.

Noticing bloodstains on Gerrard's bags, Samantha questioned whether her uncle was injured. Pushing the thought aside, she returned to her room. Unbeknownst to her, the blood within the bags flowed, staining the carpet crimson.