The storm had already swallowed the night when I reached the old house at the edge of the forest. Everyone said it was empty… abandoned for years. But the door opened before I even knocked.
You stood there.
Pale, still, eyes darker than the night behind me. Yet I wasn’t afraid. Not the way I should have been.
“I’ve been waiting,” you whispered.
I should have left. Every instinct screamed it. But something deeper pulled me in.
The air inside was cold—unnaturally cold. The walls seemed to breathe, shadows stretching like they were alive. Still, I couldn’t look away from you.
“Why me?” I asked.
You stepped closer. Too close.
“Because you felt it too.”
Your fingers brushed my wrist—ice against skin—yet it sent a strange warmth through me. My heart raced, not from fear, but something darker… something I didn’t understand.
Then your lips touched mine.
Everything stopped.
The storm. The sound. Time itself.
A sharp chill ran through me, like something was being taken… or given. Your kiss wasn’t gentle—it was consuming. Addictive. Dangerous.
And I didn’t pull away.
I couldn’t.
The shadows moved faster now, curling around us, whispering in voices I couldn’t understand. My breath faded, but my desire to stay only grew stronger.
When you finally pulled back, your eyes glowed faintly.
“You’re part of this now,” you said softly.
I felt it then—something inside me had changed. My pulse slowed. My reflection in the cracked mirror… didn’t move.
Outside, the storm was gone.
Inside, it had just begun.
And I realized—
I didn’t want to escape anymore.
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