đŻď¸ Author's Note:
Hey readers!
This chapter turned out way longer than I planned đ â guess even ghosts didn't want me to stop writing.
So grab some snacks, dim the lights (if you dare đď¸), and dive in.
Things get loud⌠weird⌠and a little too real in this one.
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We were only trying to pass time.
Anny sat cross-legged on the dusty floor, scrolling through her phone whenâthud!âa box tumbled from the upper shelf, landing right on her head.
"Be careful, Anny," Draven said, suppressing a laugh.
"This stupid box!" Anny snapped, tossing it aside.
I went closer and frowned. "Maybe we should get out of here. It doesn't feel right."
Lucas rolled his eyes. "Relax, Elina. Nothing's going to go wroâ"
I cut him off sharply. "Look at this. It's a wooden doll. Seriously, what if that creepy story about it is real?"
Amara shivered. "Don't scare me with your words, Elina."
But of course, Draven and Lyric, being completely fearless (or just brainless), decided to poke around the box. Draven even flicked his finger on my forehead. "You worry too much, topper. Nothing's going to happen."
"Well, whatever," I muttered. "In horror movies, it's always the careless ones who die first."
He chuckledâand then came that sound.
A low creak echoed through the room. A chair rocked on its own. Something whisperedâa faint, disembodied voice brushing past my ears.
"GuysâŚ" I whispered, my heart pounding. "Can you hear that?"
Before anyone could answer, a haunting melody filled the air.
âââ đś âââ
(soft⌠almost like a whisper from the dark)
...
Whispers carved in bleeding skin,
letters deep where pain beginsâŚ
crimson hands that write the dark,
silent screams that leave their mark..
...
âââ đľ âââ
Lyra's face went pale. "I don't think this is funny anymore."
Anny groaned, covering her ears. "Oh, please. Some old radio must've switched on accidentally."
But then the voice deepened, louderâhuman. Not mechanical.
(the lights flicker â the voice grows louder, clearer, human... then suddenlyâ)
đś
C U T S T H A T S P E L L W H A T E Y E S C A N ' T S E E !
W O R D S T H A T B L E E D E T E R N A L L Y !
F I N G E R S S C R A T C H T H E H A U N T E D W A L L S !
E C H O E S R I S E ⌠A S S H A D O W C A L L S !
Anny shouted, "Who the hell is this creepy girl?! STOP SINGING, DAMN IT!"
In my head, I thought, Yeah, sure. The ghost will totally stop because you asked nicely. Maybe she's your long-lost aunt!
Out loud, I said, "Anny, don't provoke her. We shouldâ"
Draven finished my sentence. "âget out of here. Now!"
The six of usâLyric, Lucas, Lyra, Draven, Amara, and Iârushed toward the door, trying to break it open. But the wooden door felt like steel. Amara and I searched for anything to smash it with while Anny stood dramatically in the middle of chaos, cursing the entity like a VIP in a horror movie.
I leaned toward Amara, shouting over the blaring song. "You have to admit, even now, she's still dramatic!"
Amara trembled. "I don't care! I just⌠I just want to go home!"
The room shook violently. Objects crashed to the floor, shelves toppled, lights flickered. We could barely think straight.
"Lucas, use your phone!" I yelled.
He fumbled it out of his pocket. "Damn it, I forgot we have phones!"
After several failed calls, the guard finally picked up. Moments later, the door burst open, and our teacher pulled us out one by one. We stumbled into the hallway, breathless and bruised.
As the door slammed shut behind us, I felt something tug at my skirt. I looked downâ
A small locket hung from the fabric, cold against my skin.
Then, in a low, hollow whisper, someone breathed:
E⌠L⌠I⌠N⌠AâŚ
I froze. Goosebumps spread down my spine.
"Elina, come out," our teacher called.
"Y-yes, sirâŚ" I managed, forcing my legs to move.
We were safeâor so it seemed.
The principal scolded us instead of asking if we were okay, but our homeroom teacher intervened. "Sir, they're shaken. Let's talk tomorrow."
The ride home was silent. No one dared to speak. The voice⌠the song⌠it echoed in my earswhere we can't understand what the hell happened to us earlier that voice that can make ear bleedđŠ¸we all reach our home perspectively
[ I was entering my home from intity, ghost mammals one of things which is most scared before all of them[ my mom ANGER!!]
I better prepare with a better lie
When I stepped into my house, I faced the most terrifying entity of allâ
My mom.
"Why are you late?" she demanded. "And what's with those bruises?"
If I tell her I went to the haunted storage room and almost got cursed, I thought, I'll die of flying chappals before any ghost can touch me.
"Umm⌠monkey jumped on me while coming back," I lied, giving her my best innocent eyes.
She folded her arms. "Figures. You look like one, that's why it mistook you for family."
"Mumma!" I pouted.
She sighed, cleaning my wounds while still lecturing me about "walking properly" and "acting like a decent student."
I smiled weakly. If only she knew the truth.
But that was my last mistake of the dayâ
Not telling anyone what really happened.
Because that voiceâŚ
That songâŚ
Wasn't done with me yet.
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