Prologue
A woman shatters the silence in the night with a bloodcurdling scream that awakens Tre. At first, he shutters and pulls the covers over his head, praying that whatever he heard was a figment of his imagination. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he hears the sound of the woman again, shrieking as if she’s been torn apart piece by piece. Tre begins to breathe faster and harder as each second passes. Underneath his legs, he feels the wet sheets soak in urine; the putrid smell enters his nostrils. He waits, terrified, whimpering like a prey cornered by its predator. The woman lets out one more screech, but this time cut off, followed by a thud and an eerie silence.
Tre stayed hidden for a time, listening and hearing nothing. He doesn’t hear any movement, no creaks from the weight of an intruder on the floorboards, no more screaming or even the slightest hint of life on the other side of the door, absolutely nothing. He waits a little longer and then begins to lower the covers from over his head. All of a sudden, blue and red lights start flashing, getting brighter and brighter as each second passes. He takes the covers off and swings his legs over the side of the bed, trying to quietly place his right foot and then his left on the wooden floor. Tre begins to put all his weight on the wooden floor, and it starts to creak as he takes each step toward his bedroom door.
Once he reaches the door, he leans in; his ear rests on the wooden surface and listens for anything, indicating life on the other side. Tre hears nothing, so he opens the door and pokes his head out before entering the hallway. He finds a bloody handprint to the right of his door that is smeared and leads around the corner to his parent’s bedroom. Before going around the corner, he waits a few moments before passing the hallway to the kitchen. He looks on both sides of the wall and sees a trail of blood leading into their bedroom.
As Tre passes the kitchen, he can see a police cruiser and its light flashing in his driveway. He wants to run out and get the police officer but instead decides against it. The boy makes his way into the vicinity outside of his parent’s bedroom and sees the door slightly ajar with blood smeared on the door handle. His instinct is to call for his parents, “Mom… Dad…” Neither of them answered. “Mom… Dad… Are you okay?” The gut feeling Tre had was gravitating toward the worst possible explanation imaginable. After not receiving a response again, he begins to cry as he steps closer and closer to their room. “Please, answer me.” He goes to push the door open and jumps as he hears the sound of hard knocking at his front door. “This is Officer James. We received a 911 call from this address. Is there anyone home?” Tre doesn’t answer, and he can’t answer. He’s stricken with fear.
The officer knocks again, “If you don’t answer, I’ll be forced to enter the premises. Is there anyone…” Tre’s attention gets pulled away as he hears a snarling behind him. He becomes paralyzed, refusing to turn around and confront what lies behind him.
The battle begins! Viraa informs Alissia and the others of a unique method that may help even the odds against Avarice and his group. Meanwhile, Avarice and his group finally begin the final phase of their agenda. Can Alissia and her friends prevail against such a powerful force or will they fall, unable to prevent the disaster to come? Either way, the epic conclusion to the Earthly Ties Saga is promised to change the world forever.
It's time to accept it.
My nightmares have become my obsession.
His name is Jase Deriek.
A dangerous, secretive boy in the back of my psychology class.
Darkness swarmed around him like he was the center of the hurricane, and I hadn't noticed him.
Until he saw me.
The moment he flashed me his dangerous smile... I just knew.
I knew what he did, the things that he hid, and the people he hurt... but I couldn't look away.
I always told myself that there's nothing wrong with fire, just don't get too close or it will burn you.
But I was starved, craving the heat.
The dangers of Jase Deriek.
completed on Dec 16 2024
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"You have nothing to worry about, Miron,for the time will come for you to rise."
A legend tells that far, far away, on the edge of the magical realms, built on the mountain of darkness, there existed a city, a huge city as ancient as it was cursed.
Only black mages and all those deeply connected to the dark world were allowed to enter this dread place feared by all.
It was there, far from any light, that a young boy named Miron was imprisoned from birth, unable to escape because he was weak. Every day he was tortured and despised, and soon he was chosen for a game that would mean his end.
Yet, despite all these sufferings, he was unable to give up.
And then, the day that he wished for so much finally came. The day he discovered something that no one would have wanted him to ever do, and that had the power to give him what he most desired.
Life is collectively referred to as a dark fantasy, although many of us attempt incorporating ideas in our head, searching for ways to escape reality. I for one believe anything that can befriend you, can kill.
Every creature has a dark side but mine doesn't have my best interests at heart, I mumble short prayers, locking all the doors and windows shut.
Every step I took upstairs, made the wooden stairs creek, I keep having this feeling am been followed but every time I look back, am left with goosebumps and my head increasing in size.
I swallowed an imaginary saliva down my throat and continue walking up slowly otherwise I will freak out and run upstairs, that will mess up my night.
If you know anything about darkness, you'll know it leaves no room for the weakest heart. This foreign presence happens whenever am home alone, I made a research on the life beyond and discovered that the level of one's fear determines how far we're willing to let the darkness in.
I gently crawl under the duvet and sleep on my right side facing the door, my heartbeat was accelerating, you could hear every beat of it. 2,3,4 minutes later, the gruesome feeling was gone and I accidentally took a nap that lasted for two minutes until my ears picked a creaking footstep 👣 approaching in the direction of my room, dragging a metal object on the wall, I froze on the bed.
I searched for my phone under the duvet and my eyes found it far on the table which was close to the door, this wasn't a normal circumstance so, my mind is blank.
"Do you wanna play", the voice said, sounding distant but very near. That was when I remembered all the short phrases used in horror movies, I stupidly find myself screaming them one by one.
Is anyone out there?
"Who the hell are you?"
Show yourself coward.
"What do you want from me?"
The noise died down and just when I thought it's over, the door to my room was kicked open with full force.
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