Nicholus_Bvuma

A 19 year old girl wakes up to the mysterious yet horrifying death of both her parents in the middle of the night. With the blood of her parents soaked all over her clothes and her being the only survivor raised a vast number of questions, which led to her being taken in to be questioned by the authorities. However, due to the lack of evidence she was no longer considered a suspect and any investigations that were done one her had been dropped. Consequently, she was set free. 

10 years later, now at 29 after the shadowy death of her parents she managed to gather all the courage she possibly could and finally decided to return home for the first time since the disturbing night. The house she once felt comfort in stood there, untouched. The walls still covered with the blood of her beloved parents and her room just as messy as she had left it the night of the murder, it suddenly dawned on her, the house was a graveyard of clues with mysteries waiting to be solved. Yet through it all, she hoped that maybe, just maybe she might finally find peace. 

But little does she know that she is about to unleash a terrifying truth about her parent's which is set to reveal many secrets and a darkness that is unknown to this world. A darkness that will change her life forever and destroy the precious memories of her beloved mother and father, a darkness that will turn everything around her into a world that can no longer be explained.

A terrifying truth that one may find in horror films and the reality she knows will soon be nothing but a distant memory as she is set to reside in a reality where demons walk on the face of the earth in braod daylight.

THE GIRL AT THE END OF THE ROAD

The glow of the runes pulsed like a heartbeat beneath their feet, slow and deliberate, as if the house itself was waiting. 


Jake paced the perimeter of the ritual circle, eyes scanning every corner of the basement. “We do this once. No second chances. Amelia, are you sure you can read from it without… inviting her in?” 


Amelia stood still in the middle of the circle, book in her hands, its cover now warm against her palms. “No,” she admitted. “But I’ll try.” 


Hailey stepped beside her, placing a hand gently on her back. “We’ve got your back. All of us.” 


Diane didn’t respond. She leaned against the cold stone wall, crowbar in hand, watching her son with the wary eyes of a mother afraid of what he might become in the next ten minutes. She still couldn’t look at the book without feeling bile rise in her throat. 


Amelia knelt, placing the book within the glowing runes. 


Chapter 36: The Binding Ritual