DemonicFeather

Rick Sharma was just an ordinary college student—until the nightmares began. Strange whispers, eerie visions, and an overwhelming sense of déjà vu start haunting his daily life. The world around him feels... off, like he's trapped in a reality that isn't his own.

As he searches for answers, Rick uncovers chilling secrets buried beneath time itself. The deeper he digs, the more reality twists around him, blurring the line between past and present, truth and illusion.

But one question lingers above all—what really happened that night?


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BeyondBoundries

Chapter 9: The Visitor in the Dark

The click of the door unlocking echoed through the silent room.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing the dimly lit hallway outside. His fingers had barely grazed the handle—someone else had opened it.

Not just a reflection, not a hallucination—another version of him.

The doppelgänger stood frozen in place, his eyes locked onto Rick's. His breath was uneven, like he had just run a marathon. His clothes were slightly different, a hoodie Rick didn't own, shoes that weren't his.

The other Rick's lips parted slightly, his voice cautious but tense.

Rick's skin prickled with cold. His voice refused to come out.

The air in the room felt thick now, dense and heavy, as if something unseen was pressing down on them.

The sound of something sharp dragging across the walls. Both Ricks turned simultaneously.

Dark red streaks slithered across them, forming words, written in something thick and wet.

Rick's stomach lurched as the letters burned their way onto the walls, dripping violently onto the floor.

The blood glistened under the flickering dorm light.

The second Rick stumbled backward, his face losing all color. His voice trembled.

Rick's pulse pounded in his ears. His chest tightened. "Again? What do you mean?"

The second Rick didn't answer. He looked at the walls, the blood, the message, and his whole body shook.

Her skin was gray and peeling, the flesh on her arms torn and hanging loose. Dark veins crawled across her neck, pulsating beneath rotting skin.

Her eyes were empty sockets, yet somehow, she was still looking at him.

A wet, rattling breath left her cracked lips, and her mouth trembled as if trying to form words she no longer knew how to say.

Rick's body refused to move. His mind screamed at him to run, to fight, to do something—but fear had turned his legs to stone.

Rose twitched, her head snapping unnaturally to one side. Her jaw unhinged with a sickening crack.

A bloodcurdling, ear-piercing shriek that shattered the silence like glass.

The lights in the dorm flickered wildly, the walls shook, and then—

Rose gushed blood from her mouth, spilling onto the floor as if she was drowning in it. She staggered forward, her rotting fingers reaching out—

And just before she touched him—

Only the sound of heavy, ragged breathing remained.

Rick turned back to his other self, expecting an explanation—anything that would make sense.

But the doppelgänger looked shaken to his core. His hands were trembling, his breath unsteady. He was terrified.

Rick took a cautious step forward. "You… you saw her too, didn't you?"

The other Rick let out a shaky breath. He didn't meet his gaze.

"This isn't your world." His voice was hoarse, hollow. "You need to get out before it starts all over again."

Rick's throat was dry. "Before what starts again?"

The doppelgänger finally looked up, his eyes filled with something between pity and dread.

Rick's dorm room shattered like glass, the walls stretching, the ceiling twisting, everything warping like a painting smudged by an unseen hand.

A loud, distorted ringing filled his ears.

His skin burned, as if something was pulling him apart, dragging him somewhere else.

And just before the darkness swallowed him whole, he saw it—

A new message, scrawled across the floor in blood.

YOU CAN'T SAVE HER IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER.