The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact is made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides from my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is suddenly activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come to get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in a frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loudspeakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically. One of my pumps is gone. Soon I see a club insight with a few people outside. I begin to scream for help when a figure suddenly appears before me. In fear, I make to run in the opposite direction but another figure is right behind me. Next thing I know; I'm surrounded by darkness. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°¢°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to light
The heat I feel makes my entire body feel as though I have been dipped in water, but the smell that fills my nose makes it well known that this is not water. The fact that I can breathe makes it clear that I am not underwater.
I slowly pull my heavy eyelids up to my equally heavy eyes. My vision is at first blur but slowly begins to get cleared.
My gaze is first to meet by my white dress~that's now not so white. Rumpled and unsettled on my laps. I feel my headbanging and the brass smell of blood fills my nose.
Being a runner in school, and having sustained many injuries, I know what blood smells like~ at least my blood. odd?.
I slowly raise my head as it's hanging over my laps. My eyes are welcomed by darkness but as soon as they adjust to the darkness, I begin to make sense of the room~atleast a little.
All that's before me is a door. Probably wooden, I can't make out much as the dominant theme of this room currently is darkness. I lift my head and I am almost blinded by the light bulb hanging over my head. It's the only form of light in here.
I look to my left and I find a little bed on an iron bed carrier. More like the ones you see in prisons. Am I in jail!?. What did I do!?. I look to my right and I see a rocking chair. And that's just it. All that's in this room.
I can at least tell that the room is painted pink. And... Is... Do I see blood on the wall!!?.
Fear suddenly grips me as this very scenario reminds me of a story 'Mommy's House' by z0mbies I read this story some days back. And now I feel like I am in the same story. What's going on!?.
I try to get up and only then do I realize that I have been tied to the chair on which I am sitting. What on earth is going on!?. I struggle with the chair taking care not to alert anyone around. Especially those responsible for my current state. Although I have no idea who is behind this.
My heart begins pounding furiously and fear begins to hold every single sense in my body. Is Harry responsible for this!?
Let me think back on what happened earlier this night. Maybe... just maybe I could connect some dots.
I close my eyes and let my head roll back as I try to picture earlier this night. But then the door begins to the creek. It is opening so slowly one would doubt a person is responsible for its movement. Anyways, I am ready to lash out at Harry once he Steps through that door. He can't go about things this way. What the hell was he thinking!?. What if he went about things this way I would forgive him!?... He...
My thoughts are caught in my throat once I see who or what just came into the room. I practically chock on my thoughts!? ~ yeah. I choked on my Thoughts, not words!. That's how scared this image made me!. I am choking but am too scared to cough.
What did I see? This image, thing, person, animal, or creature~ I'll go with the creature, is dressed in a black robe. A long robe at that. So long it follows him, her, it... Whatever this is, on the floor behind and around it. It has a hood that covers most of its face but its crooked and long nose could be seen. This nose has a black mole on it. A really big Ikky one.
Its eyes, dark and beady. Although staring at me, seem so dark and distant as though the use of those eyes is beyond normal understanding.
This creature keeps moving closer to me. But you know that point in your life when you want to scream but every single muscle in your body seems dead and fear has the upper hand?. If you don't know what this feels like, trust me, you are very lucky~ I mean very.
With long bony fingers and dark nails that are equally long, this creature cuts the ropes holding me bound to my seat. Should I push it and run?. Hell no! There could be a dozen more out there.
It looks at me and I can't tell if it's smiling or smirking. So much confidence! It discharges a feeling of dominion. Like this is its home.
If my life is about to be anything like the kids from the story 'Mommy's House' I read, death please do the honor of taking me now.
The creature slowly but nothing near gracefully walks out of the room. Quietly letting the door shut behind it.
I am left alone in this small creepy room and I don't even know if to stand or remain sitting.
The possibility of Harry being behind this drops....a bit, but it's still there.
Hey, my name is Deborah. And you are about to follow me on a journey of how my life went from a cute daydream to a horrid nightmare after just one night.
Welcome to THE MANSION, where every child has a story.
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After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.