"O sesi sen de duydun mu?" Karanlık koridorda yönümü bulmak için duvarlardan yardım alırken korkuyla sormuştum bu soruyu. "Burası otel" demekle yetindi ,benim aksime fazla rahat davranıyordu "burada sesler olması fazlasıyla normal." Cevabı üzerine durdum "Bu otelin tek ziyaretçileri biziz Deamon, hatırlasana!?" Karanlık koridorda durmamla birlikte tüm ses kesilmişti. Bana sonsuz gibi gelen birkaç saniyeden sonra Deamon rahatsız edici bir gülümsemeyle cevap verdi "Görmüyor musun?" etrafı gösterdiği eli hiç durmadan titriyordu "herkes burada" gülmeye devam ediyordu "hepsi bizim için burada" gelip suratımı tuttu ve kafamı etrafa bakmam için yukarı kaldırdı, sonra büyük gülüşü aniden soldu "sadece biz yokuz." Usulca suratımı bıraktı ve koridorda uzaklaşırken defalarca kez tekrarladı "Sadece biz yokuz."

12 April 1934, The Horan family was found brutally murdered in their house. Wife and husband had been gagged and maimed before being shot in the head. Their 17-year old son, Niall Horan, was found in his bedroom's closet. He had been gagged and maimed too, but far worse than his parents. A horrendous smile was cut on his face, his eyes burned away. The murderer was never found. 80 years later, 18-year old Zayn Malik has just moved into the little cottage he bought. It literally is his dream house, in the middle of the countryside, close to the woods. Now he can finally relax on his own, away from his parents and the city... Or so he thought. Not long after he moved to his new house, Zayn starts noticing weird things. He starts seeing unnatural things, nightmares afflict his dreams every night and, what is the tale of the boy, murdered in his very house? Warning: lots of blood. It's boyxboy! Please don't read if you don't like it. This is a work of fiction, so before you send hate, remember 'you can never lie in fiction' Cover made by PartOfMyHeart

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

"Seni seviyorum." sesim fısıltıdan farksız çıkmamıştı bu yüzden dediğimi duyup duymadığından emin değildim.Bakışlarını yüzümde gezdirdi ve ilk defa gerçekten gülümsedi. "Biliyorum Ari." Ve gitti...