Shashikala Indra
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đź“– Writer | Still a student, but dreaming big
Not rich. Not perfect. Just trying to build something real.
Words are all I have—maybe they'll take me somewhere.
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Isolated House and The Girl 4 (AI Edition). AI-Generated.
As I blinked awake, my fingers tightened instinctively. There it was—the necklace—its shimmering red gem nestled in my palm as though it had always been there. My breath hitched as I stared at it. A flash of memory struck me: the girl, her eerie eyes, and that note etched onto the necklace in crude, haunting letters.
By Shashikala Indraabout a year ago in Horror
Isolated House and The Girl 3 (AI Edition). AI-Generated.
The cold seeped into my bones as I opened my eyes. My body ached, and the hard surface beneath me was colder than any nightmare. The first thing my vision caught was a glittering object—a strange, white glow—just beside my head. Disoriented, I tried to shift my focus. It took a few seconds to realize the truth: I wasn’t on my bed. The floor beneath me was tiled, smooth, and unyielding, nothing like the comforting spring mattress I should have been lying on. Panic set in as the realization struck—I had slept in the living room.
By Shashikala Indraabout a year ago in Horror
Isolated House and The Girl 2 (AI Edition). AI-Generated.
I stared at the necklace on the table, its heart-shaped pendant catching the dim light filtering through the curtains. It hadn’t moved since I placed it there last night—at least, I didn’t think it had. My breathing was shallow, my chest tight. The memories of that house…of her…were too vivid, too raw. It was like she was still watching me, her piercing gaze cutting through the distance between us.
By Shashikala Indraabout a year ago in Horror
Isolated House and The Girl (AI edition). AI-Generated.
The road stretched before me like an empty invitation, leading to the lonely house perched at the edge of the woods. Its silhouette was jagged against the indigo sky, its windows gaping like dark eyes. As I approached, the faint flicker of a light caught my attention, twinkling through the cracked door like an artificial star. The sight was enough to make my heart pound. My steps slowed, my breathing shallow. I tried to tell myself it was curiosity that pulled me closer, not the irresistible chill of fear.
By Shashikala Indraabout a year ago in Horror
Isolated House and The Girl 3
As I opened my eyes, I noticed a white, glittering object beside my head. Normally, waking up feels comforting, but today was different. That glittering thing was firmer than my spring mattress, and the floor beneath me was as cold as ice. It was then I realized—I wasn’t on my bed but on the tiled floor of the living room. I stood up, shaken, trying to make sense of my surroundings.
By Shashikala Indraabout a year ago in Horror
Isolated House and The Girl 2
As I came into the living room, I saw the necklace with the heart symbol still lying on the table in front of the sofa. Normally, after returning home, I take a shower and place small items like this on the table. But I realized I was still in the dress I had worn the previous night when I approached that house. Fear gripped me, making it hard even to walk through my own home. I moved cautiously, every step deliberate. I could clearly remember how she had floated toward me with the necklace.
By Shashikala Indraabout a year ago in Horror
Isolated House and The Girl. Content Warning.
As I approached the deserted house at the end of the road, I saw a huge twinkling light from the waving door. I saw it through the waving door in the deserted house. I went to the front of the main door. At that moment, I saw someone moving inside. I rang the bell, which I hadn’t noticed before. The waving door of the room closed by someone, and the whole house darkened.
By Shashikala Indra2 years ago in Horror
