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Chapter 13: Vivienne’s Warning
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2025-02-20 18:58:12Vivienne’s frail figure stood at the top of the staircase, her face pale and weathered, but her eyes glinting with something sharp and knowing. The dim light cast long shadows across her features, making her look both otherworldly and eerily present.
Emma took a step back, her hand clutching Elliot’s arm. “How… how is she even walking?”
Elliot didn’t answer. His pulse raced, his mind grasping for an explanation. The last time they’d seen Vivienne, she’d been confined to her wheelchair, barely strong enough to lift her head. Yet here she was, standing upright, as though time or illness had never touched her.
“You’ve made it farther than I expected,” Vivienne said, her voice low but clear, cutting through the silence.
Elliot’s grip tightened on the flashlight. “What’s going on, Vivienne? What is this place? Why are we here?”
Vivienne tilted her head, her faint smile deepening. “You’re here because you’ve been chosen.”
“Chosen for what?” Emma demanded, her voice trembling.
Vivienne’s gaze shifted to Emma, softening slightly. “For the truth,” she said simply. “But the truth is not kind. It never is.”
Elliot took a step forward, his jaw clenched. “Enough with the cryptic answers. If you know what’s happening here, then tell us. Why are people dying? Why are we being hunted?”
Vivienne’s expression didn’t change, but her tone grew colder. “Do you think the deaths are random, Elliot? Do you really believe this is a game without purpose?”
Elliot hesitated, the weight of her words settling over him.
“You’re here because the past can’t stay buried forever,” she continued. “Because every choice, every sin, leaves its mark. And those marks… they call for judgment.”
“Judgment?” Emma repeated, her voice barely a whisper.
Vivienne nodded. “This house—this place—it isn’t like the world you left behind. It sees you for who you are. It knows what you’ve done. And it forces you to confront it.”
Elliot felt a chill crawl up his spine. “And what happens if we don’t?”
Vivienne’s faint smile returned. “You die.”
Emma’s breath hitched, her hand tightening on Elliot’s arm. “You can’t expect us to believe that this house is alive. That it’s… punishing us.”
Vivienne’s eyes flicked to her, sharp and unyielding. “Believe what you want, child. It won’t change the outcome.”
Elliot’s mind raced, piecing together the fragments of what she was saying. “So what?” he said, his voice hard. “You’re telling us this place knows about our pasts? That it’s killing us because of what we’ve done?”
Vivienne nodded slowly. “But it isn’t the house that’s killing you. It’s your guilt.”
“That’s insane,” Emma said, shaking her head. “None of this makes any sense.”
“It doesn’t have to,” Vivienne replied, her tone eerily calm. “All you need to know is that the only way out is through.”
Elliot frowned. “Through what?”
“Through the truth,” Vivienne said. “Your truth, Elliot. The one you’ve been running from your entire life.”
Elliot stared at her, the weight of her words pressing down on him. He thought of his brother, the day he died, the memories that had haunted him for years. Was it possible that his guilt had brought him here, that his failure to face the truth had somehow trapped him in this nightmare?
“You said we’ve been chosen,” he said after a moment. “Chosen by who? By you?”
Vivienne’s lips twitched, her faint smile never quite reaching her eyes. “Do you think I have that kind of power?” she asked. “No, Elliot. I’m just a servant, like the others.”
“Servant to what?” Emma demanded.
Vivienne’s gaze shifted to the shadows behind them, as though she were listening to something they couldn’t hear. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter, almost reverent.
“To the house,” she said. “To the will that keeps it alive. It is ancient. It is powerful. And it does not forget.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. Elliot could feel the walls of the mansion pressing in, the weight of its history and its secrets bearing down on him.
Emma broke the silence, her voice trembling. “If this house is so powerful, then why are you still here? Why hasn’t it killed you?”
Vivienne’s faint smile faltered for the first time, and for a brief moment, something like pain flickered across her face. “Because I serve it,” she said quietly. “Because I carry its burden. And one day, when my time comes, someone else will take my place.”
Elliot’s stomach churned. “So that’s what this is about? You’re looking for a replacement?”
Vivienne didn’t answer. Her gaze returned to Elliot, and her eyes seemed to pierce through him.
“You’re close to the end,” she said. “But the hardest part is yet to come. The truth will demand more from you than you think you can give.”
“And what happens if we don’t give it?” Elliot asked.
Vivienne stepped back, retreating into the shadows at the top of the stairs. Her voice drifted toward them, low and haunting.
“Then you’ll join the others.”
Elliot and Emma stood frozen, the weight of Vivienne’s warning pressing down on them.
A sudden crash echoed through the mansion, followed by the sound of shattering glass.
Emma turned to Elliot, her eyes wide with fear. “Someone else is dead.”
Elliot tightened his grip on the flashlight, his jaw set. “Not if we can stop it.”
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