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THE BETRAYAL
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The hallway groaned around me like it remembered the pain. My breath didn’t hitch—it was completely gone. A steel band of terror wrapped around my chest, squeezing until my ribs protested. Every step I took deeper into that house made the air colder, heavier, like the walls themselves were inhaling my fear.I glanced over my shoulder. The door was gone. Or maybe it had never been there. Either way, I was trapped in a nightmare with peeling wallpaper and the stink of soot lodged in the floorboards.This was the house—the one I had seen in my dreams, in my visions. The house where I’d first met her."Matthew?" I called, my voice barely a whisper, but there was no response. Of course there wasn’t.And then the laughter started.It wasn’t the kind of laughter that made you laugh with it. No—it crawled along your spine, a rusty chuckle laced with sorrow, like the sound of someone who had laughed so long they forgot how to cry.I slapped my hands over my ears. “Stop! Just stop!”But the hou
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The world around me had begun to blur.I didn’t realize it at first—just a flicker in the corner of my vision. A shadow. A strange gleam in someone’s eyes. But soon, it was everywhere. People I’d never seen before walking past in outdated clothing. The faint sound of drums and chanting echoing through the corridors. And then, the banners—old, tattered things hanging from the ceiling of the hallway, stitched with sigils I didn’t recognize. Witchcraft symbols, curling in black and red thread, swaying as if they were alive.I stood there in the hallway of the dorm, gripping the railing tightly, trying to breathe evenly.Nope. Definitely not real. None of it could be real. Just more of the hallucinations. Or visions. Or whatever they were.Still, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. My skin crawled with goosebumps, and a shiver zipped down my spine.“Morning,” Matthew’s voice pulled me out of the spiral.I turned to see him, coffee mug in hand, looking frustratingly normal in hi
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The whispers didn’t stop.They never really did, not even when the lab buzzed with fluorescent lights and the scent of coffee and latex gloves masked everything unnatural. The voices curled under my skin like smoke—soft, persistent, and impossible to ignore. Sometimes I caught pieces of words, names I didn’t recognize, hymns in a language I couldn’t understand. But most of the time, it was just... noise. A sound like breathing too close to my ear. Always there. Always watching.I didn’t tell Matthew.Not because I didn’t trust him. But because I did. And that’s what scared me the most.He was being too kind. Too present. Too much.We walked the halls of the lab like two normal interns working a long shift. He even handed me a cup of coffee with too much sugar—just how I liked it. I tried not to smile. He looked proud of himself.“You’re settling in really well,” he said as we entered the research bay. “Everyone’s impressed.”“Everyone?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.“Well… everyone but
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I took the box carefully, the weight of it unsettling. “What’s in it?”“The next step.”“That’s cryptic.”Fiona raised a brow. “Darling, you’re being haunted by a soul scorched from history and possessed by vengeance. Did you expect a brochure and a welcome kit?”Andre burst out laughing, and to my surprise, I joined him. Even Fiona cracked a smile.It felt like we were breathing again. Just a little.Outside, the wind howled low and hungry, the forest groaning in its wake. I stared out the small window as Fiona handed me a pouch of dried herbs.“For dreams,” she said. “It won’t make them go away. But it might help you survive them.”I nodded, clutching the box tighter.When we left the apothecary, the sky was already bleeding into dusk. Andre held my hand as we walked back to his car, his grip grounding me. We didn’t speak much, and honestly, I was grateful. My thoughts were already clawing at each other inside my skull.“She’s intense,” he said once we were driving again. “But not t
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The tires crunched over gravel as Andre's car came to a reluctant stop. The road behind us had vanished into dense forest, the canopy above so thick it nearly swallowed the daylight. Before us stood a small, crooked cottage, its roof covered in moss and its wooden walls faded by years of rain and wind. It looked like something out of a nightmare fairytale. If a witch stepped out with a cursed apple, I wouldn’t be surprised.“This is it?” I asked, peering out the windshield.Andre nodded, shutting off the engine. “Looks cozy, right?”“Cozy in a ‘you’ll die if you spend the night here’ kind of way.”He snorted. “Come on, don’t be dramatic. She’s harmless. Mostly.”I followed him out of the car, my boots sinking slightly into the damp forest floor. The smell of pine and earth was sharp in the air, and everything was so quiet it made my skin crawl. No birds. No wind. Just the muffled sound of our footsteps as we approached the cottage.Andre knocked on the door.Once.Twice.Three times.
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There’s a certain peace that comes from mindless work—data charts, blood samples, chemical readings. For a moment, I wasn’t the girl haunted by ash-covered women and glowing scars. I was just Eztli, the intern who knew how to process anomalous blood samples faster than anyone else in the lab. I could hear the subtle awe from the techs around me. Whispers like, “She’s a natural,” and “How did she get this fast?”Because I’m cursed. That’s how.Still, I smiled through it. I needed normal, even if it was pretend.Until Jonas ruined it.He walked in like he owned the place, with that arrogant, superior expression that made me want to throw a microscope at his face. I noticed his glare the second he entered, and I swear I felt my stomach twist. I didn’t want to deal with him. Not today.“Of course she’s getting praised,” he muttered loudly enough for the entire lab to hear. “What else do you expect from a witch?”The word sliced through the air like a dagger.Every head turned.Laughter di
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The world around me had begun to blur.I didn’t realize it at first—just a flicker in the corner of my vision. A shadow. A strange gleam in someone’s eyes. But soon, it was everywhere. People I’d never seen before walking past in outdated clothing. The faint sound of drums and chanting echoing through the corridors. And then, the banners—old, tattered things hanging from the ceiling of the hallway, stitched with sigils I didn’t recognize. Witchcraft symbols, curling in black and red thread, swaying as if they were alive.I stood there in the hallway of the dorm, gripping the railing tightly, trying to breathe evenly.Nope. Definitely not real. None of it could be real. Just more of the hallucinations. Or visions. Or whatever they were.Still, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. My skin crawled with goosebumps, and a shiver zipped down my spine.“Morning,” Matthew’s voice pulled me out of the spiral.I turned to see him, coffee mug in hand, looking frustratingly normal in hi
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The hallway groaned around me like it remembered the pain. My breath didn’t hitch—it was completely gone. A steel band of terror wrapped around my chest, squeezing until my ribs protested. Every step I took deeper into that house made the air colder, heavier, like the walls themselves were inhaling my fear.I glanced over my shoulder. The door was gone. Or maybe it had never been there. Either way, I was trapped in a nightmare with peeling wallpaper and the stink of soot lodged in the floorboards.This was the house—the one I had seen in my dreams, in my visions. The house where I’d first met her."Matthew?" I called, my voice barely a whisper, but there was no response. Of course there wasn’t.And then the laughter started.It wasn’t the kind of laughter that made you laugh with it. No—it crawled along your spine, a rusty chuckle laced with sorrow, like the sound of someone who had laughed so long they forgot how to cry.I slapped my hands over my ears. “Stop! Just stop!”But the hou
