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Chapter 14 “There are those who are afraid of the dark, not just because it’s dark, but because of what’s inside the darkness.” — Timothy Long JORDAN POV “And then another one bites the dust. Hell must be freezing and demons fleeing with the way everyone is just getting hooked. Tell me, what in the world is going on? Is the earth running out of women or something?” Quin drawled smoothly before winking at me, the glass of whiskey lingering on his lips for a moment.

*Danger doesn't lurk at every corner, it's just hanging out, waiting for fear and horror to show up* *That cold out there ain't the weather, that's death approaching. Be warned! *Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he/she never show to anyone. *Hell is empty, all the demons are here. *We stopped checking for monsters under our bed when we realized they were inside us. *There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. *so what? Ghosts doesn't exit? That's what I thought too. Till it happened to me.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

"You want to get out of here? We could go someplace more private and..." "No, that's okay," I said, handing him the cup. "Excuse me." I had to admit that a gay Frankenstein did frighten me a little, but that's the price one pays for living in Manhattan, I suppose. Halloween. I hated the word. It brought back too many bad memories. Well, it only brought back one, to be honest, but so far as bad memories go... "Hey!" a vampire interrupted my flashback before it even got started. There were a number of those around and she was by far the best, in my opinion.

The horror of their words clawed at my sanity. Distant voices clawed at the edges of my mind, their words searing into my consciousness... "I'll butcher your damn child and make you watch every second!" "I’ll tear it apart and send the pieces for DNA testing." "Whose bastard is this? There's no record of him anywhere, the ghost doesn't exist!" "Now, you'll watch as your child bleeds out, right before your eyes."

A pit of nothingness where your deepest fear aside and in the end, you will desire to die. You are the light that represents the sun, and she is the dark that represents the moon. Please do not trust him that much, for in that loop you both choose is a hell that ends you be dead. Dare to be alone? Think twice or you will end up hearing him, walking in your direction, stealing your only life, for a soul he wanted death will upon you. Alone at night? Reading a book upon your bed? Dare not and run for your life for if you don’t believe they will come at the stroke of midnight creeping their way unto you. Don’t dare to look under your bed, for they will come at the top of your head.

Grand Viper descended the stairs, step by step, wearing a twisted grin on his face. "Brat, I may not be able to kill your old man, but taking out a little rat like you? That's nothing." Quinton shrank back, crawling in a panic. "You damn bastards, all of you—may you die horrible deaths! I swear, even if I become a ghost, I'll haunt every last one of you!" His screams were filled with panic, regret, and hatred. It was the sound of a man who finally realized just how badly he had miscalculated.

Blood play and biting Psychological manipulation Terror, panic, and fear responses Emotional abuse and degradation language Self-loathing, trauma responses, and internalized shame Body horror elements Death, dying, and resurrection motifs Depictions of Hell, suffering souls, and infernal environments Injury, bruising, and rough physical encounters Loss of bodily autonomy Heavy atmospheric darkness, dread, and violence (Adelaide) The house was too quiet for the day before a sacrifice. Adelaide felt the silence pressing against the walls, thick and heavy, like the air before a storm. Even the dust motes seemed to hang motionless, suspended between breaths, as if the whole house were listening

Blood dripped down my chin, my vision swimming. The Alpha stood. “You are cursed,” he declared, voice ringing through the night. “Marked by the Moon itself. You will bring ruin to us all.” I laughed then. It burst out of me, broken and hysterical, because if this was the Moon’s doing, then she was cruel beyond redemption. “Strip her,” someone ordered. Horror finally caught up to me then. True horror. The kind that freezes your blood and leaves you staring, wide-eyed, at the reality you can’t escape.

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.