Chapter 11
Trapped by the Darkness
The house feels like a prison. Doors won't open, windows are jammed. Selly's presence is suffocating, and Sally realizes they are trapped with the entity.
The click of the lock echoed in the sudden, heavy silence. Sally twisted the doorknob again, a little harder this time. It didn’t budge. Not a rattle, not a creak, just a solid, unyielding resistance. She tried the back door, then the patio sliding door. The same result. It was as if the house, once their safe haven, had sealed itself shut, a fortress turned prison. Panic, cold and sharp, pricked at the edges of her mind. Emily, sensing the shift in her mother’s mood, tugged at Sally’s skirt.
“Mommy? What’s wrong?” Emily’s voice was small, a fragile sound against the oppressive quiet.
“Nothing, sweetie,” Sally forced a smile, kneeling to meet her daughter’s wide, worried eyes. “Just a little… stuck.” She glanced around the living room, a space usually filled with the warm glow of sunshine and Emily’s cheerful chatter. Now, the shadows seemed to cling to the corners, deepening the twilight that had fallen far too early. The curtains, usually drawn back to let in the light, hung heavy and dark, as if Selly herself had draped them there.
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