This is my last entry to @Jdine 's Contest that should be posted in Thriller/Horror Stories (dc61)
For the details on that contest, you could check here
https://read.cash/@Jdine/birth-month-giveaway-d289b904
Include 3 or more word prompts in your article. (DREAM, TWISTED, SILENT, DARK, TERRIFY, COLD)
Starto!
It's inevitable for me to pass by the old mansion by my street. There was a sort of stillness and silence that surrounded that house. I never went in there again after that incident...
It was a few years back but I could still remember it clearly. I even thought it was a dream at first but I was gravely mistaken. I knew it wasn't a dream because I could still feel her rage filled gaze whenever I passed by that house.
I remember following this little girl inside the house. She was a peculiar girl, always carried a journal around with her. I was more fascinated with the journal than her thus why I befriended her. Such a mistake that was. As days passed, I started to see her grow more twisted. She still hugged the journal close to her though, and every time I went near the book, her expressions grew dark, as if all her secrets were inside. Those secrets really fascinated me. I did everything I could to get that journal, even to the point of sneaking into the mansion at the cold of the night. I never expected to do this but my curiosity was getting to me, it was making me restless. I trailed off to where she said her room was. It was empty though... but that journal was there, on the bedside table. I was just reaching for it when I heard a voice
"I knew you would betray me too"
There she stood by the door, a pained expression on her face as she held a pair of scissors tight in her small grasp. I accidentally dropped the journal upon seeing her, and I couldn't tell what terrified me more, the girl that was inching towards me or the opened pages that showed the most brutal of photographs, those of adults, her parents. I presumed? mutilated in the most unbelievable of ways. I didn't have time to process anything and just simply made a run for it. She screamed and ran after me, she kept telling me
"never again touch what's mine!"
I had managed to escape the house but later on, I realized, I could never escape her.
This is the timer that I used, I wrote at 9:05, ended at 9:15. I typed on laptop and didn't edit anymore,just corrected my typos and highlighted the prompt words
Good article..... I like how explain this.... And waiting for your next nice article..... Thanks a lot ☺☺.... I know you will be successful in future.