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The Darkening

Darkness

By Ella Published 11 months ago 1 min read

In the sleepy town of Ravenswood, nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, a mysterious phenomenon known as "The Darkening" had begun to occur.

At first, it started with small things: a faint shadow on the wall, a dimming of the lights, or an unexplained chill in the air. But as time passed, the darkness grew thicker, like a living entity that wrapped itself around the town.

People began to vanish, dragged into the darkness by some unseen force. Those who remained were consumed by a creeping sense of dread, as if they were being slowly devoured by the shadows.

A young woman named Maya was determined to uncover the source of the darkness. She scoured the town, searching for clues, but every door she opened led only to more questions.

As the darkness deepened, Maya began to experience strange and terrifying occurrences. She would find herself in rooms she didn't remember entering, with no recollection of how she got there. She would hear whispers in her ear, urging her to surrender to the darkness.

One night, Maya stumbled upon an ancient ritual taking place in the woods. Hooded figures gathered around a burning pyre, chanting in unison as they summoned forth an otherworldly presence.

As Maya watched in horror, the presence began to take form, its darkness coalescing into a twisted, humanoid shape. The figure began to move towards her, its presence suffocating, and crushing the air from her lungs.

Maya tried to run, but her feet were rooted to the spot. The figure loomed over her, its darkness seeping into her pores, filling her with an unspeakable terror.

And then, everything went black.

When Maya regained consciousness, she was back in her own bed, the room bathed in sunlight, but something was wrong. The shadows on the wall seemed to be moving, twisting into grotesque forms that seemed to watch her.

Maya realized that the darkness had followed her home, that it had infected her very soul. She was consumed by an eternal creeping dread, forever trapped in a living nightmare.

The Darkening had begun, and it would never end.

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Ella

Wordsmith by day, dreamweaver by night. I craft stories that transport, inspire and haunt. Follow me into the realm of imagination:

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