You awaken in your brand-new bedroom. You sit on the bed, stretching, as your sister calls you for breakfast. As you leave your room, you spot your phone on your dresser, reminding you of the answers you never received.
Who had called you that day? Why did the phone have no memory of that happening? What was up with your old place?
These thoughts circled through your head as you went downstairs. Now, being in the same room with your sister, you could see how similar you two really looked. Her straight, long dark brown hair cascaded down her back as it faced you. Her emerald eyes focused on the eggs she was cooking, meticulously making sure they were ready.
As you sat at the table in your pajamas, you started wondering whether you should research your old house or not. There were still many unanswered questions, so you figured you might as well look into it. What was the deal with that place anyway?
You spent weeks upon weeks researching the home and made a chilling discovery. The house you lived at, was known for being haunted and cursed by those who lived in the area.
During your search, you stumbled upon an article written by a mysterious person who used to live in the house and had gone missing years prior. The author mentioned how the house was constructed on a burial ground, and some of the deceased's possessions were used. Rituals were attempted on the site, but only one succeeded. It was the one that summoned Aziel, the house's most well-known spirit.
Within the confines of the house, Azriel, a spirit known for his mischievous and often unpredictable nature, exists. Although his presence is well-established, there are no clear records of his origin or whether he was ever human. Nonetheless, his reputation precedes him, and those who inhabit it often feel his presence in the house.
It is often said that he means no harm, but those who encounter him tend to disappear or die mysteriously. You worry about your own fate. Had you been the one who got away? The one to break the curse? Or, was he still coming for you?
You shake off the nerves as you live with your sister now, petting one of her three cats. He wouldn't possibly come here for you, right? Surely, he's trapped at your old house and can't leave the grounds. Right?
*Author's Notes*
Guess who randomly found the motivation to continue this story? Me! I did! Just don't expect too many chapters, as I'm a fickle creature who takes many forms.
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