Chapter 5
“Dad, what happened to your tongue?” I asked, panic rising.
He just lit a cigarette slow as molasses and waved me off like I was bothering him.
My vision went black for a second and I almost passed out.
“Dad, can you please react? Mom’s dead–who did this? Please, just write two words!” I begged.
I dug a pen out and handed it to him, he glanced once and went back to puffing and reading the paper.
I felt like I was going to vomit blood from anger.
My mom held this whole family together, and now she’s gone–this family’s over and there’s no one left who cares about me.
I felt numb, furious and helpless all at once, shot my dad a look, grabbed a kitchen knife, and stormed out.
I crept up to the sixth floor, but strangely, while the chopping sounded loud from the fifth floor, the landing by six was eerily quiet.
I pressed my ear to the door and heard nothing but a faint rustle.
“This is messed up,” I muttered, listening harder, and then I heard the soft sound of paper turning.
“Huh?”
My scalp tingled and I glanced at the door plate: “502.”
My stomach dropped.
Isn’t this supposed to be the sixth floor?
Why does this door say the exact same number as my apartment?
I stepped back to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.
Then I walked down to the fifth floor and looked-“502.”
No way.
I thought maybe I was losing it, so I went to the fourth-“502.”
My mind was exploding–what the hell was happening?
I kept walking down floor after floor until I must’ve gone a hundred flights and was gasping and exhausted, but every single door read “502.”
It felt like a curse chasing me, I’m not superstitious, but now I was sure I was trapped in some ghost–loop.
My legs gave out and I pulled out my phone to call for help, but like before, the screen went black at the crucial moment.
It was four in the morning, black outside, and a weird red moon hung high in the sky.
My rage gradually turned into sorrow and terror, and for the first time I wanted my mom.
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Chest Perch Is Savage!
Chapter S
I dug out the skin I’d taken from her face and sobbed until I couldn’t breathe.
“Mom, help me, I can’t get out–I’ll avenge you, I will, but it’s so dark and I’m so scared, please, Mom….” I cried.
My sobs echoed through the empty hallway and made everything feel more haunted,
A cold wind crept down my neck and I went silent.
I had an idea and went to the window to try to open it.
No matter how hard I pushed or even hit it, the window didn’t budge–stone
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
