He recognizes it from when he was small, watching his mother cook. When she put the food onto the dining table, he felt proud that she had cooked the meal herself. Now it's all too real, a reminder of home. Eric sits quietly next to the bed in a small room, trying to process what just happened. The only sound is the rustling of papers. He picks up one of the documents and reads the front page. It says that the owner's death. Eric's stomach clenches violently. He doesn't want to know why, but he also wants to find someone to ask. Someone to know what just happened. He needs help. He closes the book and stares ahead at the wall, hoping that the person that will come in to save him from the madness of that house won’t be able to read his mind. Instead, he will have to talk to them, ask questions, explain why he’s here, and what exactly did happen. The idea fills him with dread. On farmland, a young boy could be seen trying to feed the horses. He was thin and frail looking, but his sm
Everything became quiet. There was no noise, no voices. Nothing. No one.Then Thomas was finally able to breathe again and he took in a deep breath, gasping lightly before he breathed deeply again, closing his eyes, feeling relieved, as though a huge weight had just fallen off his shoulders and disappeared. The grip around his body loosened. But then something else happened as well. Thomas opened his eyes. He saw a pair of brown ones directly in front of him, gazing back at him with a look of concern on his face.“Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” A gentle, familiar voice murmured and Thomas turned his gaze toward him, unable to hold back a small smile. That was him, that was the voice that had just spoken, the boy who had caught him stealing apples. “Do you want to sit somewhere quieter so we can talk properly?” The older boy asked him, his brows knitted slightly in worry.Thomas stared at the older boy for a moment, before nodding slowly. He followed the older boy as he guided
The whole town hid inside their houses to avoid whatever creature is rampaging at night and destroying everything that comes in its parts. “Are sure are you this Frame going to take me to where I want? " Sean asked Goldberg who already lit up some candles in form of some ritual istic ritual. “Don't worry, it's all safe. We only have to make a small circle around here with these sticks and the monster will never touch us again. ” Goldberg reassured him as he sat down and started to light more candles in a circle. He looked up at him nervously, but there was something about her that seemed so… normal, almost like He was used to situations like this one. He probably had been. It seems he has been living in such horror for a few years now, what with being the only survivor of that kind of town. He wondered how old he is. “So remember anything you see is just a figment of your imagination but it will hurt” Goldberg explains once more before she starts to chant something under her
With those words ringing in my ears, I opened my mouth and screamed, “NOOO!!”The room erupted in gasps of surprise and horror. Suddenly Sean is transported back to the room he was once in, to come face with Goldberg. “What did you see?” He asked while lifting Sean upwards, “Anything?" “I found this disc,” Sean says while shivering from the coldness on his body. “This might have information, on our freedom,” Goldberg says while surveying the disc carefully “but it also might contain something about the things we need to know about.”He holds the disc up and looks into it, then turns to the side of the room where there's another projector set.As he does this, Sean sees a picture of a woman and a man in their late 30s sitting across from each other. The man has short brown hair with dark blue eyes. Next to him, sits a teenage girl, her face is covered by a mask, and her face is contorted in anger, it makes Sean wonder what she must be thinking, who she hates or maybe ju
At first, he enjoyed it, he was working hard to produce food to feed his family, which included his wife and children, This particular day, however, there was a strong wind blowing in the direction of the man. The wind blew harder, making the man fall onto his knees while digging in the dirt underneath him. After a moment, the man stood up and continued working. He didn't pay attention to where the wind was coming from until there was an overwhelming force of cold air hitting him. The man was then thrown against a tree branch behind him while groaning and trying to stand up again. Suddenly, it went quiet for a second. The man's ears were ringing and he felt dizzy. Suddenly, a gust of wind hit him again, causing him to fall on his back once more. As he lay there, waiting for his vision to clear, he noticed the tree branch that hit him before. He could feel the bark of the tree against his cheek and chest. Slowly, he lifted his hand to touch the spot where it hurt but found nothing ther
She looked at it and frowned when she saw who was calling. It was none other than Toby, her boyfriend. When he had called her yesterday, he had tried to explain that he had lost the ring she had given him and he had asked her to give it back to him. She had explained to him that she hadn’t lost it, and that she had left it in the drawer of her dressing table because it was so pretty, so he shouldn’t be sad about losing it. That’s why she had gone into the drawer to look for it and hadn’t seen the ring when she opened the drawer. But the ring itself wasn’t important. What mattered was that he should be careful not to lose any more expensive rings that he may not find in a drawer that Sarah’s mom might decide to use for cleaning her makeup. Toby told her that he understood and apologized for his behavior yesterday, telling her that he wanted to apologize to her for upsetting her. That night, Sarah had gone to bed feeling better than ever. Maybe Toby was finally learning that they couldn
After a few minutes, her mother noticed that her daughter was becoming exhausted and quickly changed the topic by saying, “Have you decided if you’re going to be joining us at the pub that night?” Sarah knew that she couldn’t answer because she didn’t have any plans for later that night. “Do you need me to come with you? Maybe we should leave tomorrow morning.”Sighing quietly, Sarah replied “Yes, please. You don’t have to come, mum.” Sarah knew that her mum had no choice but to leave tomorrow morning, but she wished that her mother could stay home for one more night. She could spend the evening with her mother and talk to her about how she was feeling, or rather, she wished that her mother would just ignore her worries and focus on herself.However, it looked as though her mother already knew exactly how she felt. Sarah knew that she couldn’t hide things from her mum, especially her feelings regarding the current situation in her relationship with her boyfriend. At the same time howe
A little van entered the Town entrance, with a middle-aged man dressed in a suit. Mr. Goldberg comes and goes into the town. He returned to the orphanage to help Sarah out with the orphanage kids. In a way, Me Goldberg is an example of how people should act, helping others without asking for anything back. He was good at that. It was like a gift of nature that came into him, to be like this. A natural protector. He stopped in front of the church’s door and knocked on it twice. The church didn’t open at this hour, but Me Goldberg knew someone that would get him inside. Someone that was always here at this time. She was a young woman. Her name was Jessica. But she went by J-Hope because her name sounded cool and she thought it looked cooler than Jessica. After waiting a few seconds, he heard shuffling sounds coming from inside the church. There were three children inside. They looked to be around 5 years old. Two boys and a girl, all of them had dirty blonde hair, one even had long b