Chapter 29: Crimson Eyes in the shadows{28}
As I gradually regained consciousness, my eyes flickered open to a dimly lit room. The cold air around me sent shivers down my spine, and as I attempted to sit up, I noticed a heavy weight pressing against my head. A low, consistent throb pulsed at the back of my skull, a discomfort that made me want to retreat back into the oblivion of sleep.
Confusion gripped my mind as I struggled to recall how I had ended up in this strange and disturbing place. The walls of the room were painted a dark shade of red, blending with the obscenely black color of vantablack that filled every corner and crevice. The choice of colors made the room feel oppressive, suffocating even.
I scanned the room, trying to find any traces of familiarity or a clue as to how I had ended up here. But every object, every inch of the room seemed foreign to me. A gnawing sense of unease settled upon my chest, as if a veil of darkness had enveloped my thoughts and memories.
The throbbing in my head intensified, and I winced in pain. It felt as though someone had taken a sledgehammer to the back of my skull, and the ache echoed through every fiber of my being. I desperately tried to remember what had happened, my mind grasping at fragments of thought like wisps of smoke, but the heaviness in my head only grew more oppressive, almost suffocating.
Frustration mingled with fear as I became aware of the crimson eyes boring into me from the darkest corner of the room. They seemed to glow with an otherworldly intensity, fixated on me with a chilling intensity. As I locked gazes with those mesmerizing eyes, a surge of unease washed over me. They seemed to hold secrets, dark and unfathomable secrets that I couldn't comprehend.
Against my better judgment, I attempted to move closer, compelled by an inexplicable pull to unravel the mystery that lay hidden in those eyes. But with each step, the throbbing in my head intensified, a merciless reminder of the weight that seemed to press down on my thoughts.
Unable to proceed any further, I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. Anxiety clawed its way up my spine, as the eyes seemed to deepen in color, darkening to a mesmerizing shade of crimson. They appeared to be alive, pulsating with a malevolence that sent chills down my spine.
Just as I was about to retreat, a voice, barely a whisper, slithered into my ears. "Ethan," it hissed, the syllables caressing my eardrums like icy tendrils. The sound seemed to permeate the darkness, resonating in the room with an eerie resonance.
My breath hitched, my mind racing, as I tried to comprehend the source of the voice. Was it a figment of my imagination, a product of my fragmented memories, or was there something more sinister at play?
The crimson eyes never wavered, their gaze unyielding as they continued to bore into me. "You have stumbled into a realm where forgotten dreams and lost memories reside, Ethan," the voice whispered, tendrils of darkness wrapping around my consciousness like a sinister embrace. "You will find no solace here, only the depths of your own subconscious."
Panic surged through me, an overwhelming sense of being trapped in a twisted nightmare. I struggled to find my voice, my words faltering as I tried to form a coherent question. "Who are you? What is happening to me?"
The eyes seemed to flicker, a trace of amusement dancing in their depths. "Names are insignificant here, Ethan. Know that I exist in the shadows, an observer of forgotten dreams." The words dripped with a chilling malevolence, sinking into my mind like venom.
Desperation gripped me as I fought against the weight pressing down on my thoughts. I needed to escape this twisted nightmare, to break free from the clutches of this malevolent presence. With renewed determination, I took a step backward, my gaze never leaving the crimson eyes.
As I retreated, the room seemed to shift and contort, the walls closing in around me. Panic surged anew, my heart pounding in my chest as I stumbled backward, the darkness threatening to swallow me whole. The voice echoed in my mind, taunting and relentless, as if mocking my attempts to escape.
Just as I thought I would be consumed by the darkness, a blinding light pierced through the room. I shielded my eyes, my heart racing with hope. When I finally lowered my arm, I found myself standing in a brightly lit room, the walls a comforting shade of white.
Relief flooded through me, the heavy weight on my mind dissipating like a fading nightmare. The throbbing in my head subsided, allowing my thoughts to return to clarity. And as I looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings, I realized that the encounter with those crimson eyes had been nothing more than a vivid dream, a figment of my imagination.
I turned around to the familiar doorway of my cabin in the woods, ready to leave when I heard it again. "Going somewhere?"
I stood frozen as thos crimson eyes stared at me from behind the hood, in the corner of the room.
'Oh no'
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Sitting upright on the plush couch, I run my fingers through the light green curtain of hair that falls over my thighs. As I comb my hands through the strands, I can't help but let my thoughts swirl in my head. My gaze is fixed on the pale woman resting peacefully in my arms, her breaths steady and rhythmic.
The silence in the room is broken by a sudden ding from my phone, pulling me back to reality. I reach over and grab it, my heart skipping a beat when I see Damon's name on the screen. My hands tremble as I open the message, and my eyes widen in disbelief as I read his words. Ethan has gone missing.
Guilt floods my being, overwhelming me as tears well up in my eyes. I try to stifle them, but they break through like a tsunami crashing through a broken dam. Silent sobs wrack my body as I hold onto the woman in my arms, seeking solace in her touch. Her cold arms encircle me, pulling me closer, intensifying the strength of my sobs.
Through my tear-stained vision, I see her pale face, filled with concern and compassion. Her voice, soft and soothing, flows through my guilt-ridden mind. She tells me that I did what I had to do, that I shouldn't be too hard on myself. But the weight of my choices bears down on me, crushing me beneath its burden.
Hours pass by, marked only by the distant sounds of the city outside. The darkness of the night blankets us, enveloping us in its embrace. The fragile hand that has been running circles on my back continues its gentle motion, bringing me a semblance of comfort. The scent of my lover, so familiar and comforting, fills my nostrils, lulling me into a state of calmness.
Finally, exhaustion prevails, and I feel my body succumb to the weariness that has plagued me since Damon's message. Sleep beckons me, promising respite from the torment of my thoughts. I settle deeper into the couch, my head resting against the soft cushion, as the fragility of a delicate hand guides me into the realm of dreams.
In that realm, memories flicker and dance like shadows in the moonlight. I see Ethan's face, his infectious smile and the warmth in his eyes. Guilt washes over me once more, threatening to drown me in its depths. But my lover's voice echoes in my mind, a gentle reminder to be kind to myself.
I wake up hours later, my body stiff from the awkward position on the couch. The pale woman is no longer by my side, the warmth of her presence lingering in the air. I sit up slowly, my fingers instinctively reaching for my phone. As I scroll through the notifications, I see a new message from Damon. The police has been looking for him for quite a while now with no luck.
What have I done?
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