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The Marked Door
The massive iron door loomed before me, its intricate carvings shimmering faintly in the glow of the path behind me. The forest was unnervingly silent now, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath. My fingers trembled as I reached out, brushing against the cold, engraved surface.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Final Hour
The ticking of the pocket watch reverberated in my ears like a countdown to doom. The faint glow from its face lit my trembling hands as I stared up at the towering clocktower. The hands on the massive clock remained frozen at 3:00 AM, a haunting echo of the watch I clutched.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
Rules of the Game
The taxi sped down the empty road, the hum of its engine blending with the rhythmic pounding of my heart. The driver said nothing, his face illuminated only by the dashboard lights. His expression was unreadable, but his presence was suffocating.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
A Game Begins
After that night, things were far from normal. The keychain and note haunted me, a constant reminder that the nightmare wasn’t over. I kept it hidden in my drawer, but every time I opened it, the words “Round two coming soon” seemed to taunt me.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Return of the Nightmare
Weeks passed, and the memory of the prank faded into the background. Life went back to its mundane rhythm—school, home, extra classes—but every so often, I’d glance over my shoulder, half-expecting to see that weathered taxi or the eerie driver lurking nearby.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Shadow Returns
Life went back to normal after the nightmare, or so I thought. For days, I couldn’t shake off the vivid imagery of that terrifying dream. The rain, the curfew, the taxi, and the gun—it all felt so real. My mom dismissed it as a side effect of my late-night thriller marathons.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Mysterious Day
After an extra class last Friday, I was on my way home. I glanced at my watch—it was 6:40 PM. Darkness had already blanketed the city, and heavy clouds loomed ominously overhead. There was no electricity, and the flicker of lightning lit up the sky as thunder growled in the distance. It was about to rain. I decided to run as fast as I could to the bus stop.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
