Chapter 15
Emma's Inner Strength
Drawing on her bravery, Emma confronts Melissa, not with fear, but with defiance. Her rejection of the entity weakens its hold, showing the power of a child's will.
Emma stood at the edge of her bedroom, the familiar plush carpet a stark contrast to the icy dread that had begun to coil in her stomach. Melissa, usually a comforting presence, a tall shadow that whispered secrets and left behind glittering trinkets, felt different tonight. The darkness that clung to her seemed heavier, more suffocating. It wasn’t just a shadow anymore; it felt like a void, hungry and ancient.
Salsa watched from the hallway, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. She’d seen the way Emma’s eyes, once bright with wonder at Melissa’s gifts, now held a flicker of apprehension. The dolls that had appeared from nowhere, the candy that tasted like starlight, had slowly morphed into things that unsettled. A music box that played a discordant, jarring melody. A collection of smooth, grey stones that hummed with a low, unsettling vibration. And last night, the doll that had blinked its painted eyes open, its smile wide and unnatural, had sent a shiver down Emma’s spine that had echoed through the entire house.
“Melissa?” Emma’s voice trembled, a small bird caught in a storm. She clutched her favorite teddy bear, Barnaby, his button eyes a familiar, comforting sight. “You’re… you’re not being nice anymore.”
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