Melanophile

(Dark Romance / Violence / Mystery / Horror / 18+)
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WHISPERING SHADOWS & DARK PROPHECY
The Past Appears to be Resurfacing. (The Shadow & The Seeker)


"Oxyvi," it called out, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned, searching for the source, but found only shadows.

From the depths of the darkness, a figure emerged. Tall and imposing, he moved with a predator's grace. His face was hidden from view, obscured by the night itself, yet his presence was unmistakable. It was the enigma, the one whose name was etched in the stars and whispered by the winds.


"The time is near when the veil between worlds will thin, and I will claim what is mine."

Oxyvi's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't see his face, but she knew it was him. The air around her grew colder, the sky darker, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

"Why me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"You know why," he replied, his tone laced with a darkness that echoed the void in his soul.

"I will come for you, and you will be mine."

No Rest for The Wicked (The Shadow & The Seeker)

No Rest for The Wicked (The Shadow & The Seeker)

Once, the government endeavored to revive the demand for restoration, but the labor force perished, unable to complete the task. The Quinsley family, the legal heirs of the heritage property, then took up the mantle of renovating the structure. They transformed it into a museum of idols, preserving its architectural, aesthetic, historic, and cultural values. Heritage sites, once restored, are often used for commercial purposes.

The government's mandate and rumors that were ruining the family's business funds served as the impetus for the renovation. Now, the museum draws more visitors due to its renovated grandeur.

My mind wandered as I strolled through the museum's halls, admiring the artifacts and treasures of yesteryear. Suddenly, a shadow lurked in the dimly lit corner, sending a shiver down my spine. I dared not turn towards it, my fear mounting with every passing moment. My breathing became erratic, and I reached for my phone, I saw Lou's 37 Missed Calls, I ignored and dialed the emergency number. I told my friend and boss, Lucas, about my predicament, and he asked about the haunted museum I had stumbled upon.

"Oxyvi what? What are you supposed to tell me?" he asked with concern laced in his voice.

I heard strange noises, like someone playing the piano keys.

"I am in the Quinsley castle Lucas" I stuttered and to my horror, I saw Paranormal movements - from the corners of my eyes - in the darkness.

"What the hell are you doing there at this time of the night?! who the fuck even let you in" he scolded.

"I don't know; I was with Lou and waiting for your arrival and in the next movement I berserk come here" In my panic, I fell to the wooden floor, crying out for help. The silence pierced my soul, and I begged for someone to hear me. "Help! Someone, please hear me"

"Lou is with me and you are lucky, I'll be there in a second, stay strong! and try to remain safe till I come" As soon as I ended the call, in my panic, I fell to the wooden floor, crying out for help. The silence pierced my soul, and I begged for someone to hear me. The fireflies, which had been present earlier, returned, and one of them landed on my palm. But to my shock, it burned my skin, leaving a red substance. Seconds seemed Minutes and minutes hours.

In the realm of shadows and secrets, a tale unfolds of a chance encounter. A voice, gentle and unknown, beckoned to the seeker. Panic set in as the unknown presence held tight, leading to a flurry of gasps and cries for help. As she gazed at the piano keys, a chill crept down her spine, and her eyes scanned the room warily, wary of any lurking shadows. Suddenly, the air was pierced by an eerie melody, as if the keys played themselves. Her heart racing, she let out a scream, pleading for the haunting to cease. But the shadow, a smoky entity that loved to torment, materialized before her, beckoning her with a pull she couldn't resist.

With each step, she approached the mystery, her heart pounding in her chest, her eyes fixed on the shadow. Yet, rustling in the corner of the hall interrupted her trance, and a child's eerie giggling filled the air. Returning her gaze to the piano, she saw a bouquet of withered roses adorned with thorns, a sight that hadn't been there before. Her mind reeled with confusion, and she felt a presence behind her, but dared not turn. A breeze tousled her hair, and a hand pressed down on her shoulder, causing her to scream in terror.

Chapter - VII