The Whispers Of The Alternates || Mandela Catalogue Fanfic

I held her hand.
It was Icy.
Lifeless.
Dead.

My sister in a pool of blood. It was a chilling sight. Tears were running down my face, but I made sure that I didn't make a sound.
That thing, it's still in our house, and I don't know what to do. I called the Mandela County Police. They said that they were sending help. But nobody came.
And I'm alone, with an alternate in my house, and it won't leave till I'm dead.

This is just a short story that I wrote. I might expand this book, but for now, im just going to consider it a short simple story.

If you are going to read this, make sure to watch "The Mandela Catalogue." It's an analog horror franchise on youtube. You wont understand anything in this book if you don't understand the franchise.

TW: Mature language, gore, death, suicide, etc.

**This is just a fanfic and I only own the characters "Blair Van'Dorean", "Damien Van'Dorean" and "Madam Van'Dorean" and the plot. The credit to everything else is given to Alex Kirster.**