Eyes in the Dark

Eyes in the Dark

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HORROR FICTION!!! 𝕽𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 start date: 4-28-24 " 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. " Natalie knew of the entity that roamed around her room in the dark, that showed up behind her in mirrors at night, that never talked nor moved when she was watching. She knew of its existence since 5 years old. She knew of horror stories and that it could be dangerous, so she never bothered it and it never bothered her either. That is until the day she came home and didn't find it there, and that's when things started to go south. For a whole week, Natalie didn't see the entity in her bedroom and she felt scared. She felt like something was wrong, something was gone, something was off. School was being terrible, horrible which usually it was great, when Enny, the nickname Natalie would call the entity, was around. Now it wasn't, and shit was horrible. " 𝘌𝘯𝘯𝘺 ? 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. " 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. " 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯? " 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗. " 𝘕𝘰, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 !" 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚢. Another month, Natalie feels sick, unwell, disgusting. Enny's still gone. " 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. "
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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