The moon shines upon the garden of the orphanage, while Emily sits on the bench watching and feeling the rhythm of the night breeze. She feels alone, but not lonely. The sound of chirping birds reminds her that there is more than one way out of this place—and she will get back to it. She can’t stay here forever. But how does one escape from a cursed place? She tries to imagine what would happen if she tried walking away from it with everyone else. How could she ever get away with leaving this place behind without the help of an exorcist or witch? She knows it won’t work like that for any of them, not even for her. If she were to walk away right now, then all hope would be lost. And she couldn’t bear to think about leaving anyone behind who isn’t willing to give up their lives to make sure that she succeeds. She’d do anything for us, but it’s hard to see how she could ever accomplish something with no one supporting her. So she needs to get out somehow and figure this out first. But
“Sorry girls, I just need to be alone for now" she replies in a broken state while looking at the none resistant eyes of the little girls. She was trying not to cry but was failing miserably by the end. She walks through the halls aimlessly, her head low and her mind in turmoil. She needed time to sort out what the hell had happened but she knew that wasn’t an option here. It would just mean more time away from these children’s concerned eyes. She stops at one of the windows to look outside; the moonlight was falling heavily as usual in this part of town. There was nothing special about this particular window though, it looked exactly like all other ones around her. However, she noticed something different this time around. The trees were swaying back and forth slightly; almost like there was some kind of wind coming from behind them. It was odd enough for her to have stopped to look. “Everything we dreamt and built together is all crumbling," she says while holding her locket
After an hour of sitting in a circle, Phillip came back. He approached with a huge smile on his face. “Let's get started then, huh guys?" Phil smirksEveryone nodded at him eagerly and stood up. “Now, first things first. How are we going to build the fire? There's a lot of supplies in storage and I doubt we can start with a gas stove. We’ll need to use wood from the forest” he explainedAs Philip explained to them the details, they gathered materials in the kitchen. After finishing preparations, they sat near the fire and formed a circle, ready to begin the plan. They started talking about how they wanted to start, where they would put the furniture and everything in order and what kind of music they wanted to play while they worked. The men went around explaining to the women where the food was stored and how many chairs they need for the circle. One of the ladies, whom they nicknamed ‘Crazy Lady’, told everyone they could use her hair as an accelerant since she always wears it in a
She didn’t want to disturb them, not when they had already been through so much hardship, so much suffering, she didn’t want to upset them further…but she had nowhere else to turn.She turned into her classroom and found herself standing there, looking into the classroom window at the scene in front of her. She had always been curious about the world outside of this facility, and although her curiosity only grew stronger in college, she had refused to leave. It was too dangerous for them, too much responsibility, especially after what had happened, so she stayed there, trying to forget everything that had happened to her, trying to make new memories, new family. She tried very hard, but she still had problems remembering things she didn’t remember having, things like names or faces or the color of her skin. But somehow, in all these years, they never noticed that she was losing her grip, and eventually she became so consumed with grief, and confusion, that she was driven out of the pr
He beat me every single day, and after every beating he would force me to drink. Sometimes he would make me drink poison, other times he would pour alcohol onto my wounds, which caused them to become infected. I was always tired because of the constant beatings, but I never complained or questioned him; I just obeyed his orders. But then one day when I was thirteen years old, he went too far. He started hitting me harder and harder, and I could barely take anymore.” He began to cry again.“He wouldn’t stop until I passed out, which took almost two hours before I woke back up.” He sniffed quietly. “I guess he figured out that the alcohol hadn’t done its job and thought that I deserved a break. I woke up, and he was gone. The next morning, the police showed up at our house, asking us questions. They told us that we were lucky because they found your body, but they also told us to leave town and never come back. They even took our phone records so we couldn’t contact anyone else to infor
“Thank you.” He smiled softly.They started walking slowly together, side by side. Neither of them wanted to talk, so neither of them dared to do it. Instead, they both watched as the scenery around them slowly changed from the bleak buildings and dark alleyways that they had seen earlier to the open fields and beautiful forests that surrounded them.“You know, I’m glad to see that you don’t seem to mind being stuck in this city after everything that happened.” She said softly. “It must be nice living somewhere where people will look after you and provide you with food and shelter.”“Actually, yes. I always felt uncomfortable and unwanted in the hospital. I used to live alone in the foster homes, and I didn’t feel very safe, so whenever I had to move in with a new family, they would ask me for my name, age, and where I came from. They never really cared for me, and the kids there often ignored me and made fun of me. I was always bullied by the other kids, and sometimes even adults, an
“That sounds scary Emi.” She said worriedly. “I hope your mommy knows that she shouldn’t have done something like that. It must have been quite a shock to hear what happened.”“What did happen?” Emily asked quietly. “Is my mom alright?”She hesitated before answering, then looked over at a clock that was hanging on the wall nearby.“Oh, Emma. I suppose it isn’t time for breakfast yet.” She chuckled softly and then quickly pulled Emily behind one of the chairs. “Look. There are two men dressed all in black, standing across from us. They’re staring right at us now. I wonder if they’re looking for you. I doubt they’re the police. It probably is because of you that they’re looking for you.” She mumbled quickly, watching them nervously.Emily stared at them for a moment, trying to figure out what they were exactly looking at. Eventually, she shrugged slightly.“It’s fine.” She stated, although she couldn’t help feeling uneasy.“Are you hungry? I can whip something up for you.”She nodded.
Don’t move. Do you hear me?” His voice sounded harsh and menacing.“Okay…” Emily stammered, her voice trembling slightly, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.“Good.” He said before he turned away from her again. The gun clicked. Emily squeezed her eyes shut tightly as the pain suddenly surged through her body. Her eyes popped open again when she felt the sudden pressure on her foot. She looked down, to see her foot being grabbed by what seemed to be some type of rubber band. She tried to kick her leg free from it, but it tightened even more and dug itself deeper into her foot, leaving red marks along her skin. She bit back the scream that wanted to escape her mouth. The gun clicked once again. A bright flash blinded her, and the pain stopped abruptly as suddenly as it had started.Slowly, Emily opened her eyes and saw her uncle’s head turn toward her slowly, his head tilting slightly to the side. She quickly realised that he was looking directly at her, holding the barrel of hi