The Marid pact

The Night Horrors

That night, exhaustion swept through the camp after the long trek and the unsettling discovery in the woods. Most students tumbled into their tents, eager for sleep, but Sarah found herself wide awake, nerves frayed by worry for Aliyah. She watched her sister carefully as they changed for bed, noting how Aliyah’s movements seemed slower, her eyes hollow and rimmed with darkness.

As the camp settled into silence, only the gentle lapping of the river and the distant chirping of crickets filled the air. Sarah tried to close her eyes, but every time she drifted towards sleep, she saw flashes of Aliyah’s face at the riverbank, the unnatural hunger in her gaze as she’d stared at the dead dog. The memory was impossible to shake.

Hours passed. The camp was still. Then, just after three in the morning, Sarah woke with a start. The tent was cold, and Aliyah’s sleeping bag was empty. Panic seized Sarah’s chest. She scrambled out of the tent, shivering in the night air, and scanned the campsite. The embers of the campfire glowed faintly, casting long shadows across the ground. Most tents were zipped tight, their occupants oblivious to the world.

Sarah’s heart hammered as she crept towards the river, guided by a strange intuition and a faint, chilling sound—something between a growl and a whimper. As she drew closer, the moonlight revealed a horrifying scene: Aliyah crouched beside the remains of the same dead dog they’d found that morning. Her hands were slick with blood, her mouth stained dark, her hair wild and tangled. She tore at the carcass with a ferocity that was not human.

Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. She wanted to scream, to run, but terror rooted her to the spot. Aliyah’s head snapped up, her eyes glowing red in the moonlight. For a moment, Sarah saw not her sister, but something ancient and monstrous staring back at her.

Then, as if waking from a trance, Aliyah recoiled, dropping the bloodied flesh. She let out a guttural cry and stumbled away from the corpse, collapsing to her knees. Sarah rushed to her side, grabbing her by the shoulders.

“Aliyah! Aliyah, what’s happening to you?” she whispered desperately, tears streaming down her face.

Aliyah looked at her with wide, terrified eyes. “I—I can’t stop it, Sarah. It’s inside me. I hear it all the time. It wants… it wants to take me.”

Sarah hugged her sister tightly, feeling Aliyah’s body shake with silent sobs. The night pressed in around them, thick with secrets and sorrow.

Eventually, Sarah helped Aliyah back to the tent, cleaning her as best she could with trembling hands. They lay side by side, neither able to sleep, both haunted by what had transpired.

As dawn crept over the horizon, painting the river in pale gold, Sarah knew they could not keep this secret any longer. Whatever darkness had claimed Aliyah was growing stronger, and if they did not act soon, it would consume her completely.

The camp awoke to another day, but for Sarah, the world had changed. She resolved to tell their parents everything, to seek help—no matter how unbelievable the truth sounded. For the first time, she understood the true weight of the bargain her family had made, and the terrible price that was now coming due.

What will happen next.Can the marid pact be borken? Will the sisters bond be broken? Do they have to pay for the wish? Will the family be seperated forever or will some miracle happen? To know more keep reading and supporting "the marid pact".