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 wind had picked up again—low, hot, and unnatural. It carried with it a scent none of them could name, but all of them feared. Burned wood. Old blood. Sulfur. It rode across the broken landscape like a warning. 


Jake drove silently, hands clenching the wheel until his knuckles whitened. Beside him, Hailey rested her hand over his in quiet reassurance. Amelia, bundled in the backseat, hadn’t spoken since the ritual. Her face was pale, her breath shallow. 


“She’s burning up,” Diane said, pressing a damp cloth against Amelia’s head. “Whatever she did in that chapel… it’s still with her.” 


“Her aura’s flaring,” Marcus added from the front passenger seat, flipping through the journal. “Too much exposure to the book. That ritual might’ve saved us—but it carved pieces out of her.” 


Jake glanced at Amelia through the rearview mirror. “Can we reverse it?” 


Chapter 38: Corruption