Romans & histoires Liminal Space Scary

The other mind is angry, confused, and scared. She tries to help it to calm, to help it to settle so it didn’t hurt itself, or her, or the children they’re carrying. When she thinks about the children it stills, almost instantly. It doesn’t want to hurt them, but ‘it’ felt wrong. She, she didn’t want to hurt her or the children. She feels Sol pulling at her to come to liminal and she silently agrees. The next thing she knows she’s in a large white room, with wooden floorboards and two sofas and a fireplace on one wall.

Cassandra's POV "I'm sure the tickets will sell out fast. We're all eager to see the movie," I chuckled, acknowledging the excitement in the air. Despite my amusement, I couldn't help but feel frustrated with my friend's insensitivity. He refused to admit that the horror movie we were about to watch terrified him to the core. He had only watched it once, and since then, he had been plagued by the feeling of ghosts lurking in every corner. Even going near his bed filled him with dread, as he was convinced something was waiting to grab him from underneath. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn't shake off the fear, even after all these years.

The psychic scream that had burst from her when I removed the dampener had been a dinner bell. Jeff fired his rifle. The pulse bolt flew into the silhouette and vanished without a trace, absorbed into the absolute void of its form. I fired my pistol. Same result. We were throwing stones into a black hole. The being took another step. The void around it expanded, consuming the space between us. The very concept of distance seemed to be breaking down. Lina was sobbing, clutching my leg, her small body trembling with a terror that was beyond understanding. This was it. The end of our story. Not with a war, but with a quiet, absolute deletion.

The fear in others’ eyes. The isolation. The doubt. Each memory flickered like a broken scene, looping, overlapping, pressing in around her. “Stop,” Lyra said, her voice tightening. They didn’t. The space responded instead. More fragments appeared, faster now. Kael stepping into the light. Mira standing her ground. The Devourer rising. The twins clashing. Every failure. Every moment of imbalance. Every time she had almost lost control. “STOP!” The entire space froze instantly.

"No trigger. Just a block." Lena stood at the threshold with her arms at her sides and her eyes moving through the tunnel in the systematic sweep that covered corners and ceiling and floor in that order. "The lighting has been changed," she said. "These are new strips. Motion activated. They came on when we approached." Aria looked at the ceiling, the clean white of LED strips that had not been there on the tunnel run. Fresh installation. Days old at most. He had prepared this space for them. The understanding of that moved through her body as a physical thing… not fear exactly, but the cousin of fear that lived just on the other side of it. The feeling of being anticipated. Of having been w

That scared me. Lillia’s fingers tightened into the sheets. Memories of the moments after she read the note flashed along with the cold, dark suffocating pull. “It was scary.” She sighed quietly into the dark. “I was losing control of my body, and slipping away to somewhere very dark and cold and— —It smelt like death. Fenris cut in. I know. “And I could hear you too, but your voice got distant with the passing moment.” That was because I was disappearing. Fenris pressed in closer, warm and steady. If I had lost you again—

She pushed the door open, and everything paused! Even the earth stopped spinning in its orbit. The sound of our heels echoed through the vast ballroom, with thousands of bloodsuckers staring at us intently. I felt like a lamb carried to the slaughter; the sacrifice waiting to be crucified and burned at the alter for the greater good. The hairs on every inch of my body stood on attention, awareness wrapping around me in a tight grip. I was right in the den of a lion! Me- Can you try and connect Riftan? I am scared.

There was something undeniably unsettling about this place—its very essence seemed to pulsate with a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. Limbs trembling, I embarked on a cautious exploration, my footsteps echoing through the desolate chamber. Each corner I turned unveiled a haunting tableau of carnage, the remnants of a grisly operation that defied reason. Yet, amidst the grisly remnants, an enigma unfurled, and I was compelled to unravel its enigmatic secrets.

Neither of them was scared which was both fascinating and concerning. My heart continued to pound and I feared the worst every second as I followed her. She kept walking until she reached the end of an aisle with a painting on the wall. She murmured something and then walked into the painting. Kira did not hesitate to follow her. I would have but Scarlette grabbed my hand and dragged me into it. The feeling of crossing over was like diving into snow. It left tingles on my skin after crossing over.

Something dangerous. Lucien glanced at me, his eyes narrowed. “You feel it too, don’t you?” I nodded. “Something’s wrong. I can’t explain it.” He clenched his jaw, looking ahead with a determined expression. “Keep moving. We’re close.” But as we pressed forward, the world around us began to shift. The ground beneath our feet seemed to ripple, and the very air distorted. Suddenly, we were no longer standing in the ruins. Instead, we found ourselves in a vast, darkened hall, the walls stretching up into an infinite abyss. The space was vast, a place beyond time, where nothing felt real.