Selene’s feet move on its own. In a trance, she followed those inaudible voices down that damp, dark staircase.
Though her eyes couldn’t see anything, her mind distinguished the surroundings, like a third sight, allowing her to walk without a problem.
A faint purple light glowed at the end of the stairs, giving this odd creeping sensation onto her skin. She got goosebumps with each step she draws closer.
It’s as if she was stuck in a dream, screaming for help, aware but unable to do anything. Tears and sweat streamed down her face as terror crawled at her.
No matter what she did, she couldn’t fight off the pull of those whispers, so helpless that she couldn’t even let out a word.
As she got closer to the end of the steps, the voices became clearer, louder, and the light throb, letting
