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Chapter One

"I don't know, Adam," I drawled, letting my voice hang in the air as I shifted my position, propping my head up with my hand. I stretched my kinked elbow, feeling the tension ease. It had been about an hour since Adam had finished watching Lord of the Rings, and here I was, ensnared in a labyrinth of theories about how Middle-earth worked."That's what I'm saying, man! A goblin's purpose is to br33d, but technically, if they're br33ding, doesn't that also mean that a female goblin can be born?" His excitement bubbled over as he spoke, gesturing animatedly with his hands.I rolled my eyes, exasperated but entertained by his enthusiasm. "I guess there probably is one somewhere. I consider them like parasites, so maybe they only carry male genes? If you think about it that way, it would explain why they kidnap so many women instead of just mating with their own species." The words spilled out as I pondered the bizarre logic.Adam's expression twisted in confusion. His soft brown hair cur

Chapter Two

When I woke up the next morning, I was greeted by my computer's call ended message. Adam's parents must have gotten in early morning and cut it off when they checked in on him. I yawned and proceeded to crawl out of bed.Planning ahead, I grabbed my phone to text Adam as I stumbled downstairs to start a pot of coffee. As it was quietly brewing, I swiftly opened the fridge to grab some eggs for breakfast. I cracked three eggs in a pan and scrambled them with a splash of milk. Setting them aside to cook later, I threw on my running shoes by the back door. Then, with a displeased look, I began turning on the family treadmill to work on my cardio. Normally, I would take a couple of laps around the neighborhood for the fresh air, but the emergency alert came to mind and shot that option down.After a few minutes of warming up, I set up for a light jog until I completed a little over a mile. I slowed down into a walk before hopping off to take a quick shower. Today was supposed to be laid b

Chapter Three

The morning came with a wave of wrongness. The insistent gnawing in my gut wouldn't relent. I'd tried to ignore it, forcing myself through the motions of a typical Tuesday – light jog, eggs, and bitter coffee. But the unease, a thick, suffocating blanket, clung to my skin. Only when I finally escaped to the screened-in front porch with my dog-eared paperback did a semblance of peace settle over me. The gentle sway of the hanging ferns, the dappled sunlight filtering through the screen, the rhythmic chirping of crickets... it was almost enough. Almost.Then, a scream ripped through the idyllic scene. A high, keening wail that sliced through the quiet like shattered glass. I slowly abandoned The Hobbit. From the safety of the porch door, I cautiously looked past my yard. My parents' house was nestled on the corner of two quiet residential streets, usually peaceful, so the ear-piercing cry rang like a bell of despair.There, in the center of the road, lay a woman sprawled out, her figure

Chapter Four

Stumbling forward, I land hard. I slowly look up dazed. The panicking awareness didn't set in automatically. No. It crept in like a black panther in the night. To my immediate right stood a doddering old man with huge sweat stains ruining his green button up. Then to my left, a small child stood staring up at a beautiful, blue bird feeder hung high and proud on a tall, wooden post. His curly brown hair slightly danced with the breeze. It looked picturesque and almost tranquil. Until I set my eyes forward to a grey haired woman in cuffed, flower embroidered, denim shorts who stood chewing mindlessly on a slicked garden hose.Altogether, the sheer wrongness of the picture came together. I noticed the blood pooling on the other side of the child. The old man, who was seemingly minding his business, was taking small steps forward almost crumbling with every twitch of movement. It took a double glance to see the object of his advancements was a pile of fly infested meat. I shuddered- refus

Chapter Five

The walk up the winding brick path to the front door felt deceptively short, yet within my mind, each step seemed to stretch into eternity. The air was thick with anticipation, and I was acutely aware of my surroundings as I approached the old, yellow paint-chipped oak door, its surface weathered by time. I paused for a brief moment, inhaling deeply to steady my racing heart. It must be a new habit I'm developing. My eyes darted across the yard, scanning for any shadows that crept between the overgrown rose bushes, anything that might hint at danger lurking in the growing afternoon light. Clutching the cold, slightly open door handle, I slowly pushed it open further, the creak echoing in the silence, and stepped inside with caution.The house welcomed me with an unsettling stillness, its stillness thick and oppressive. With a sudden burst of determination, I threw the door wide open, the sound reverberating as it slammed against the opposite wall. My grip tightened around the metal ba

Chapter Six

I hadn't noticed how long I had been standing there, lost in thought, until Adam gently tugged on my arm, pulling me back from the depths of my mind. When I looked into his concerned eyes, I almost felt myself getting lost in their swampy depths, so different from the vivid thoughts swirling inside my head. "Adam—" I started, but he interrupted. "Cip—" we both muttered in unison, our voices overlapping in that familiar way. I raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge to him, before I continued, my voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone. "Adam, I need to handle that... well, I don't want you to see, alright?" Each word felt heavy with unspoken weight. He paused, a

Chapter Seven

I woke up alone with the remnants of a restless night lingering in the air. The once-cozy green plaid sheets lay cold and crumpled around me, echoing the emptiness of the space. My head throbbed with every breath I took, a dull ache that pulsed in tandem with the discontent coursing through my body—a sense of deserved punishment washed over me. With a groan, I yanked the covers off myself, pulling them away like ripping off a Band-Aid. My dad always said that the shock of cold air was the best motivator to leave the warmth of a cozy bed, yet that wisdom did little to alleviate the discomfort of the moment. As the chill met my skin, goosebumps erupted across the exposed flesh of my arms, making the fine blonde hairs stand on end, as if they, too, bristled at the abrupt awakening. I swung my

Chapter Eight

Lowering my voice to a near whisper, I exhaled slowly, "Adam, stay calm. I'll be right back, okay?" The urgency in my heart rate quickened as I reluctantly peeled myself from the chair, my eyes fixed on those eerily vacant ones outside the window, devoid of any human emotion. I felt the pulse of anxiety buzz at the edges of my thoughts; the remains of yesterday's horrors hovered around me like a thick fog, blurring the line between reality and some bizarre dreamscape. "Ciprian?" Adam's voice pierced through the tension, laced with confusion and a hint of frustration. "What are you doing?" I placed my empty mug back on the table, cradling it gently with my pinkie to suppress any unwelcome clatter that might break the fragile silence. "I locked the gate," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. It was as if that simple statement would somehow clarify everything, dispelling the looming dread that clung to the air like a heavy blanket. "I know I did." My gaze remained unwavering

Chapter Nine

I desperately searched for Adam, my voice echoing into the emptiness, calling his name into a void that swallowed my cries. Just as despair gripped me, I was suddenly jolted awake, gasping as reality rushed back in. The first sensation that enveloped me was the gentle warmth of the sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across Adam's room. The light danced playfully around, dispelling the lingering shadows of my unsettling dream, and I blinked against the brightness, trying to shake off the remnants of fear that still clung to me like a heavy fog.My heart raced, thumping wildly in my chest from the echoes of loss and anxiety that had chased me through my dream. As the warm rays wrapped around me, I took a deep, grounding breath, inhaling the comforting scent that filled the peaceful room. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of my dream, and I focused on the tranquility before me. The sunlight seemed to beckon me to rise, urging me to shake off the

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