Mystery Woman

Episode - 02

As the woman, who had appeared like a shadow, approached him, he forgot where he was. The floating woman slowly circled Somapala, her movements fluid and unnatural. Suddenly, blood began to pour from her mouth, flowing down in rivulets. It was at that moment Somapala realized this was no ordinary human; she was an inhuman spirit, a specter of malevolence. The sight of her bleeding mouth left no room for doubt.

The woman moved closer to Somapala, her face inches from his, and he could feel the coldness radiating from her. Her eyes, filled with malice, bore into his soul. Somapala's mind raced, but his body felt paralyzed, as if under a spell. The last thing he remembered was her hauntingly malevolent face coming closer and closer until everything went black. He felt himself losing consciousness, overwhelmed by a sense of dread and helplessness.

When Somapala regained consciousness, he had no idea where he was. It was pitch dark, and he could barely make out his surroundings. Slowly, his vision adjusted to the darkness, and he saw Solomon’s Mansion to his right and the fallen tree he had encountered earlier. As the memories flooded back, he suddenly remembered everything that had happened. A wave of terror washed over him as he realized the gravity of the situation. Desperately, he looked around, trying to spot the mysterious woman, but he could only see the thick, oppressive darkness surrounding him.

Feeling a sharp pain in his neck, Somapala instinctively touched it and found two small puncture marks from which blood was trickling. The realization that he had been bitten by something or someone filled him with horror. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fathom how it had happened. The thought of the woman's hateful eyes and her ghostly presence sent shivers down his spine. Determined to find some semblance of safety, he forced himself to stand up and ran towards his home, his heart pounding in his chest.

Once inside, Somapala locked the door behind him, his hands trembling with fear. He couldn't shake off the image of the woman he had seen. Even though he wanted to dismiss it as a hallucination brought on by exhaustion, the puncture marks on his neck were undeniable evidence of something sinister. He was sure those marks hadn't been there before. Trying to calm his racing thoughts, he prepared to sleep, hoping to find some respite in slumber.

Just as he was about to drift off, he heard the faint sound of footsteps outside. His heart skipped a beat as he strained to listen, his mind racing with possibilities. Summoning his courage, he went to the door and listened more intently. The noise stopped abruptly. Thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him due to the stress and exhaustion, he returned to his bed, trying to convince himself that it was nothing.

However, the sound of footsteps resumed, louder this time. Somapala sat up in bed, his senses on high alert. He was now certain it wasn't his imagination. Someone was outside. Checking the time, he saw that it was past midnight. Despite the fear gnawing at his insides, curiosity got the better of him. Who would be walking outside at such a late hour? Determined to find out, he opened the door and stepped into the night.

The thick darkness enveloped him as he stepped outside. He peered into the gloom, but he could see no one. The footsteps had stopped, and the silence was deafening. As far as his eyes could see, there was no sign of any person. The earlier sound of footsteps had vanished, leaving him in a state of confusion and fear. Thinking it was all a figment of his imagination, he turned to go back inside.

But the sight that greeted him made Somapala scream in terror, his voice piercing the silence of the night. "Oh, my god..."

There, standing in the doorway, was the same spectral woman. Her eyes gleamed with that same intense hatred, and blood still dripped from her mouth. She seemed even more menacing than before, her form flickering like a candle in the wind. Somapala's mind raced with panic as the woman began to float towards him again, her eyes never leaving his. He stumbled backward, his scream echoing through the empty village, knowing deep down that this was just the beginning of the terror that awaited him in the shadows of Solomon’s Mansion.