The House at the Edge

Following this harrowing experience, a sense of terror and trepidation grips all of us, leaving me shaken.

Fearful and anxious, we all pack our belongings hastily, determined to move far away from this place as soon as possible.

Thank goodness, Alice seems to have returned to her normal self. The traumatic incident from that terrifying night doesn't appear to have left any permanent damage on her, and she seems fine overall.

Despite the experience we all went through, we express sincere gratitude and happiness, relieved that Alice has not sustained any lasting harm. The fear of losing her has made us appreciate her presence even more.

Just as we are packed up and prepared to leave, the nightmare repeats once more. That ghastly girl, covered in blood, attempts to drag Alice down into the well again. She utters the same chilling plea, "I'm lonely, please play with me!"

The girl's voice turns bitter and cold, filled with a mix of anger and resentment. She addresses us directly, taunting us with a sinister grin on her face: "Say your goodbyes to your family because this will be the last time you meet them! This is my revenge against you, you son of a b*tch! I will make you my new replacement!"

As the girl grins maniacally, her dark intentions become clear. With a voice filled with venom, she taunts us once more:

"Hahaahahahahahahaha!

You all deserve to die! Die! Die! Die!"

The sense of malevolence radiating from her is palpable and chilling, heightening the terror of the moment.

Caught in the grips of desperation and panic, mother desperately pleads with the malevolent entity, saying,

"Please! tell me what is our mistake. I would do anything for you! Just please!, don't take my precious daughter! Instead, take me! Not her, please!"

The raw emotion in her voice underscores the depths of her motherly love and fear for her child.

As the intense conversation unfolds, the word "precious" seems to pierce through the air, landing like a sharp knife upon my heart. A pang of jealousy and resentment bubbles up within you, accompanied by the bitter thought:

"If I were the one there, would she beg like she did now ?, If Alice were to truly die..."

Would that love and attention pointed at me?

The thoughts continue to swirl in my mind, leaving me wonder if wether:

"the same kind of love and attention would be directed at ME. "

The mixture of jealousy, resentment, and a deep longing for the same level of love and care leave an unsettling feeling in my gut.

Caught up in my own tumultuous emotions and thoughts, I remain unaware of the change happening to my own expression. The corners of my lips slightly upturn, revealing my teeth in a subtle smirk. My eyes narrow into slits, creating an oddly satisfying and twisted look, belying the conflicting feelings within myself.

Quickly snapping back to reality, I realize the disturbing nature of my thoughts and actions.

"What am i thinking! I should focus on what happen!" Slapping myself to bring clarity.

I chastise myself for drifting away from the present situation. Reorienting my focus, I call out for my father, the question "Father...?" hanging in the air.

Amidst the chaos and everyone's attention focused on the malevolent entity, I happen to catch a glimpse of my father's face. However, the expression on his face takes me by surprise.

The way his features are arranged and the subtle twinkle in his eyes convey a sense of satisfaction, as if he's silently celebrating something.

In a heart-stopping moment, the malevolent entity once again pulls Alice, who screams for help, calling out for her mother. Her pleading voice echoes through the room, filled with desperation as she cries out,

"Mom! Help me! Please don't!" The panic and terror in her voice are palpable, adding to the tension and chaos unfolding before me.

The voice make my spine tremble in fear. Then, the voice is no longer heard. The sudden silence after the terrified screams is eerie. We went for Searching high and low, I try to find any sign of Alice, but it's as if she has vanished without a trace. Her disappearance leaves a sense of helplessness and terror.

The trauma of Alice's disappearance left an indelible mark on all of me. Her heart-wrenching cries echo in my dreams, haunting me with the memory of that horrific night. Every time I recall her face or father….

a bitter taste fills my mouth and a cold shiver runs down my spine.

Time has passed since the traumatic incident, and my mother has been drastically changed. She begins to exhibit signs of distress, screaming aloud about seeing "that THING" and running away from home in a panic.

Her behavior has become increasingly erratic and alarming, suggesting that the incident has left deep scars on her psyche.

My father, struggling to cope with the situation, has grown weary of my mother's erratic behavior. In an attempt to help her, he makes the decision to send her to a mental hospital, hoping that she will find the help she needs to recover from the trauma she has endured.

My father…

 [The End]