Haunted
902 Words
My back laid against a cold stone,
my breath, battling the heavy stench which hung in the air.
The air was frigid, and I found myself shivering in this gloomy room.
I attempted to lift my head from the stone as soon as I was about to move my body, but my face struggled with cobwebs.
I pulled it off, as I bolted for the available exit which was a dark door that led to a barely illuminated room
A range of broken tables and chairs, laid on the floor, the walls laced with broken mirrors at about every centimeter.
Suddenly, I felt an uneasy pricking that someone was watching, and when my eyes flashed over the mirrors, my reflection casted a wave of fear down my spine.
"Who is there?"
I croaked, voice bathed in fear, gulping.
I felt a breath caress my shoulders.
The stench of rotten meat became stronger and my heart begged to jump out.
I turned quickly, but there was no one there. My breath still hung in agony.
My legs searched for another exit, but the more I walked, the longer the room became.
"Where is this place?"
I screamed, questioning the presence as if I was sure someone was there.
"The window." The strange voice groaned, leaving a resounding echo, and drenching me in fear.
It was nothing like what I had ever heard, and just then, I realized I was in a haunted house.
My eyes dashed to the broken window in between two mirrors, trying to make sense of what the voice had meant.
"Run and never return!"
It came again.
I bolted, not bothering to know what might have spoken to me, because whatever it was, I was too terrified to know.
My legs ran as far as I could propel my body into the forest, darkness thickening with each sprint.
The claws of the trees dragged my skin, grasses attempting to sleep my feet off, but I didn't dare stop. I could hear menacing chants and growls from the house.
I felt I couldn't run anymore as the forest had become pitch dark, and I might run into the trees, but just then, I saw a glimpse of light shining from a distance.
I ran faster, following the direction, my lungs shutting.
My legs slowed down as I approached the light, it was now brighter, and it appeared it hung in an open space.
My eyes glowed when I saw the structure of the moon, beautifully decorated.
The light illuminated from it.
Just then I laid helplessly before it, begging it to save me.
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My eyes open immediately, flashing over the entire room in fear.
"Thank goodness."
I croaked as soon as I realized it was a nightmare.
Trying to lift my body off the bed, a sudden rush of pain flooded my back.
I was still in the yellow dress I wore for my crowning, the crown laid on the table beside my bed, while I laid on the queen-sized bed in the room I had dressed earlier.
My head searched for the memories of last night. I hissed, remembering that I had forced myself to sleep last night after the Alpha spoke badly to me.
I managed to lift my body off the bed, and tossed off the gown, dashing to the mirror to check my wounds.
I remember I hadn't been beaten or maltreated, so why would I have wounds on me?
The dark blazing in my eyes sent me into a huge shock.
I glanced through the mirror, wondering why my eyes were blazing black and my body was all soiled with bruises.
I stared helplessly, scared of who I was seeing in the mirror.
I had terrible cuts over my body, even on my face.
Hadn't it been a nightmare?
I stepped away from the mirror as soon as the memory of the mirrors in the haunted house flashed in my mind.
I paced round the room, wondering what might have happened to me and how to cover up the wounds.
I was going to make my first appearance as Luna and I couldn't afford to appear that way.
I paced and paced, panic flooding me, and my hands were sweating.
Just then, I heard a click on the door and it stormed open.
The figure held my eyes and mouth immediately, making sure I didn't see him or scream.
"Shiii!"
His masculine voice commanded, his grip pulling me towards the bed.
I had only a little short on my lower body, my soft pulp all out.
I felt his hands caress my lower back, and I curled up, yearning for more of him.
At first I felt it was the Alpha, and was already expecting his hands to grab my pulp and launch them into his mouth, moaning over them. That was his favorite thing to do.
But instead, he maintained his position at my back, his hands hovering over my wound.
I felt them heal again, and I realized he was the same man that healed me days ago.
"Who are you?"
I asked again, hoping he would reply to me this time, but instead, he blindfolded me with a napkin.
"Promise me you won't look back. "
I nodded emphatically, hoping to hear him tell me who he was afterward, but before I could tell what was happening, he had left me.
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