> DARK CONTENT AHEAD: This chapter is darker than previous chapters .
It contains intense horror, blood, and Psychological violence. Step carefully… for not everyone who enters this night comes out the same.
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≈ EARLY MORNING ≈
The house is silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. Martha and Cathy sit in the living room, their faces pale and drained.
A blanket is draped over Martha's shoulders as she stares blankly at the floor. Cathy sits beside her, her fists clenched.
Martha spoke softly, almost to herself "She was just a kid."
" Who could do something like that?" Cathy whispered.
Martha looked at her, tears streaming down her face "We'll never be the same again, Catherine"
"They'll find who did this. And they'll pay" Cathy said, her voice hardening.
The room falls silent again, the weight of their grief pressing down on them. Outside, the rain continues to fall, a fitting backdrop to their shattered world.
★~ A HOTEL ROOM~★
Loud moans echoed across the dimly lit room, Michael (Celine's EX) was on top of a lady screwing her hard as she moaned shamelessly, tightening her legs around Michael's waist , pulling him closer as he thrusted deeply into her
until he finally released with a groan.
★ ~A few hours later ~ ★
Michael, now alone, slowly stirred in the oversized king bed with tired eyes of a weathered face. The clock flashed 3:30 pm in glaring red digits.
Michael let out a groan, his body ached as a result of the wild sex he had a few hours ago, and the thought of a grueling day at work weighed heavily on his mind.
He wasn't attending school because he was taking a break assisting his father in his company with some business stuffs
Michael reached for the bedside lamp, its weak glow casting eerie shadows across the room's minimalist decor.
As he rubbed his eyes, the room seemed to shift. The shadows lengthened and danced in unnatural patterns on the walls.
He blinked, attributing the phenomenon to his grogginess. But as he stood and shuffled towards the bathroom, the unease began to grow.
The bathroom mirror greeted him with a reflection that felt... off. A shadowy figure stood behind his reflection in the mirror whispering in eerie tones.
Terrified, Michael instinctively turned but was surprised when he saw no-one behind him, but when he turned back to the mirror, the figure was still there.
Michael splashed cold water on his face, hoping to shake off the unsettling feeling. When he looked up again, the reflection in the mirror was no longer his own.
Instead, a twisted, grotesque version of himself stared back, grinning with a mouth full of jagged teeth. He stumbled back, knocking over a glass tumbler that shattered on the tiled floor.
Heart pounding, he backed out of the bathroom and into the main room, but the chilly presence of unease still wavered.
The walls seemed to pulse as if alive, the patterned wallpaper shifting into grotesque faces that sneered and whispered in unintelligible tongues.
The once soothing hum of the air conditioner transformed into a low, guttural growl.
"Michael..." a voice whispered from the corner of the room, soft and sinister.
He whipped around, his breath catching in his throat. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, her form delicate yet menacing.
She was clad in a black ,flowing gown, her long, raven-black hair partially obscuring her pale face. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and her presence exuded an aura of malevolence.
"Who... who are you?" Michael stammered, pressing himself against the wall.
"You'll find out soon enough" she purred, her voice a chilling mix of sweetness and malice.
With a wave of her hand, the air around him thickened. Michael found himself lifted off the ground, suspended by an invisible force. He struggled, but it was futile. Alma's telekinetic grip was unyielding.
"You bitch" he yelled gasping, "let me go!"
Alma's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Ouch , language "
She twisted her fingers, and Michael felt an excruciating pain in his chest as though his ribs were being crushed.
He cried out in agony, tears streaming down his face. His vision blurred, but he could still see Alma's face, her expression one of pure sadistic delight.
"Such sweet music," she cooed. "Your pain fuels me."
Michael's body convulsed as Alma continued her torture. She toyed with him, bending his limbs at unnatural angles, each snap and pop eliciting a fresh wave of screams.
His mind raced, searching for any means of escape, but the hotel room had transformed into a nightmarish prison.
"Why... why are you doing this?" he managed to choke out between gasps of pain.
Alma's eyes softened for a brief moment, as if she was reflecting on something long past. "Because of what you did to me I'll make sure I make you all pay for your sins."
Michael was shocked to the bone marrow when realization dawned on him, his breath hitched
"You're... you're Alma..?" he managed to stutter, his voice shaky.
She smiled. A small, eerie curve of her lips. "You remember me. I was worried you wouldn't."
"You're dead," he whispered. "You—You can't be here."
She tilted her head. "Dead? Maybe. But you don't get to decide where the dead go."
The words crawled into him like ice. His mind raced, replaying every secret, every lie he'd buried. The prank. The way she had cried and screamed as he raped her, the way he'd walked away.
★ ~ FLASHBACK~ ★
"Please don't do this to me, please" Alma cried as she tried to struggle with Micheal who had cornered her in a lonely alley on her way back from school, but her efforts were futile as he was too strong for her.
He tore off her clothes leaving her in just her bra and panties, he smiled wickedly as he threw her against the wall and tore off her panties and bra before pulling down his trouser in a haste with one hand and gripping Alma's neck with the other hand.
Alma tried screaming but her voice was already weak from screaming too much, she felt weak, before she knew it , Micheal thrusted his rod deep inside her, causing a sharp painful cry to escape her lips
But Micheal didn't stop, he kept thrusting his rod deep into her clit at a fast pace, Alma was already bleeding in the middle but the man didn't stop, he grabbed her boobs and sucked roughly on her nipples
"Please" Alma pleaded in a weak whisper but the man kept thrusting into her that she could almost feel her womb shift, when she couldn't bear the pain anymore, she passed out but the man didn't stop until he had cummed inside her before he withdrew from her and bucked himself back up leaving her unconscious.
★ ~ PRESENT TIME ~★
Michael's knees weakened, fear evident in his eyes.
"I—I didn't mean to—"
"You didn't mean to take advantage of my innocence?" Alma interrupted softly, taking a step closer. Her bare feet left faint imprints of mist on the floor. "Or you didn't mean to leave me to die ?"
She released him suddenly, and he collapsed onto the floor in a heap, gasping for air, when he looked up, Alma was no longer in front of him. He slowly turned his head glancing around but he couldn't see her or feel her presence, it was like she had vanished.
After heaving a deep sigh of relief, he managed to stand up on his feet, and that's when he saw her again. Alma was right in front of him like she had appeared out of nowhere, in her right hand was a chainsaw that emanated a snarling sound shredding the silence while a sinister smile was etched on her face.
Michael's eyes widened.. his heart pounded in his throat. "No—No, Alma, please—"
She didn't raise her voice. She didn't scream. She simply smiled wider, her eyes glowing brighter than before.
"You took everything from me," she whispered, "so I've come to take back what's mine."
The sound of the chainsaw deepened, its vibration crawling across the floor, shaking the air.
Michael stumbled backward, tripping over a fallen beam. The light flickered, and his world became a blur of motion and noise and his own heartbeat slammed against his ribs.
"Alma, I'm sorry!" he shouted, the words breaking into a sob. "I didn't mean to hurt you—I swear, I didn't—"
The machine roared to life.
Micheal tried to move, tried to run, but his body refused to respond. He was frozen to his spot, his heart raced as he felt a sudden coldness envelop his body.
He tried to speak, tried to beg again, but this time no words escaped his lips, he felt helpless and couldn't help but cry silently.
The chainsaw came upon Michael, the blade tore into his side with a sickening grind. Flesh tore open, splattering dark blood everywhere, his guts spilled out slimy and tangled writhing like a bloody river slapping the floor.
Michael's screams choked off, his eyes wide , flooded with paranorr, his blood smeared on Alma's face but she didn't budge as her grin twisted - cold and merciless, feeding on Michael's helplessness.
The windows rattled; the walls seemed to pulse with the sound of flesh squelching and blood spraying and flowing with the roar of the chainsaw
Light flared, then died, plunging everything into shadow.
And when silence finally returned, it was heavier than before—thicker, deeper, absolute.
Only the faintest sound remained: the soft hum of the chainsaw winding down, and a whisper like breath in the dark.
"Rest… in… Pieces" Alma whispered before letting out a maniacal cackle, she licked her bloody fingers , her eyes glowing with satisfaction, and the room fell silent once more