Chapter 18
Selly's Shrieking Rage
As light encroaches, Selly unleashes a terrifying shriek. The house shakes. The entity fights back, its disguise of a 'friend' completely shattered.
The air in the living room crackled, thick with a tension so potent it felt like static electricity against Sally’s skin. Emily, usually a whirlwind of giggles and bright-eyed wonder, was unnervingly still, her small hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her gaze, usually fixed on her mother’s face, was locked onto the darkest corner of the room, where the shadows seemed to writhe and deepen, even with the midday sun attempting to push its way through the drawn curtains.
Sally had tried. Oh, how she had tried. She’d tugged at the heavy velvet, letting slivers of daylight spill onto the worn rug, hoping to chase away the gloom that clung to Selly like a second skin. She’d hummed cheerful tunes, her voice a little too loud, a little too bright, a desperate attempt to fill the oppressive silence. But the shadows remained, a stubborn stain that refused to be washed away.
And then, it happened. A sound, low and guttural at first, began to rise from that shadowed corner. It wasn't a word, not a cry, but something in between – a building pressure, a frustrated growl. Emily flinched, tucking her chin into her chest, her small body trembling. Sally’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the encroaching dread. She felt a primal urge to scoop Emily into her arms, to run, to flee, but her feet felt rooted to the spot, her gaze drawn to the source of the disturbance.
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