Daniel__Lee
The wrong house
I stepped into the wrong house, thinking it was just another harmless mistake. The air was heavy and smelled faintly of herbs and something metallic. Before I could process the eerie silence, I found myself in a dark room lit by flickering candles.
My heart sank as I realized I was standing in the middle of a pentagram, drawn in what looked like dried blood. The moment my foot crossed its edge, the candles flared violently, and shadows began to move—alive, whispering in languages I couldn’t understand.
A chill ran down my spine as a voice echoed from nowhere: “You’ve arrived… and you’re perfect.”
I had stumbled into something I couldn’t escape. This was no ordinary house—it was a trap, and I was its prey.
The wrong house
I stepped into the wrong house, thinking it was just another harmless mistake. The air was heavy and smelled faintly of herbs and something metallic. Before I could process the eerie silence, I found myself in a dark room lit by flickering candles.
My heart sank as I realized I was standing in the middle of a pentagram, drawn in what looked like dried blood. The moment my foot crossed its edge, the candles flared violently, and shadows began to move—alive, whispering in languages I couldn’t understand.
A chill ran down my spine as a voice echoed from nowhere: “You’ve arrived… and you’re perfect.”
I had stumbled into something I couldn’t escape. This was no ordinary house—it was a trap, and I was its prey.