Creeeak—!
A jarring, eerie noise echoed through the room, jolting from my sleep.
Blinking groggily, I struggled to summon the energy needed to pry open my eyes.
Another creak reverberated in the air, this ti punctuated by a sharp click that sent shivers down my spine.
I rose from my bed, my hand instinctively rubbing my still-heavy eyes. Through blurry vision, I could make out the silhouette of soone standing in front of the door.
The figure advanced toward , each step bringing them closer as my eyes strained to focus. Finally, they reached the foot of the bed opposite mine, and my gaze fixated upon them as they sat.
As my vision gradually cleared, the features of the figure ca into focus.
Strands of long, black hair cascaded onto the surface of the bed, splayed in a hauntingly beautiful manner. A pair of piercing red eyes locked with mine, seeming to penetrate the depths of my soul. Her skin was as pale as that of the deceased.
A spark of recognition ignited within as I discerned her unmistakable features.
"Zia...what ti is it?" I managed to utter, my voice laced with a yawn.
Zia's lips curved into a gentle, warm smile, montarily easing my unease. Yet, as I caught a glimpse of the coldness lurking behind her eyes, an inexplicable shiver coursed through .
"It is the midnight hour. You should go back to sleep," she stated, her voice devoid of any emotion. It was a tone I had never before heard from her, void of the warmth and familiarity that used to define her speech.
Sothing was wrong…
I stretched my body and got up from bed. Zia's gaze was still locked on .
Her earlier deanor made feel a knot of apprehension tightening my chest. Sothing was off with her—her distant gaze, her detached deanor. It was as if a stranger stood before , wearing the skin of the person I knew.
pαndα---noνɐ1,сoМ "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly. The air seed to grow heavier with each passing mont, filling the room with an unsettling stillness.
She remained silent for a mont, her gaze unyielding.
Then, in a chilling monotone, she finally spoke, her words hanging in the air like a forebody mist.
"There are things…dark things. They whisper in the shadows, beckoning to ."
A chill ran down my spine as I absorbed her words. I had never heard Zia speak sothing cringe like that before…and so I thought.
"Oh. So it's like that… I see, don't worry. It will soon disappear when you realize it."
Her face stayed still, expression unchanging. Upon seeing her expression, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for saying sothing that might offend her. Well, I couldn't say that it was all my fault, right?
'Looks like when soone is in their phase, they really can't accept a joke,' I thought to myself, scratching my cheek.
Feeling that the atmosphere turned awkward and I didn't have anything to soothe the situation, I decided to walk away, finding myself peace on the comfy sofa.
I could feel Zia's gaze was still on , and wondering when would she stop that. I didn't particularly bothered by the stare, it just felt strange when she did that.
Blood-red eyes in perfect shape, devoid of any tiredness. And that very sa eyes were staring at like a psycho.
I tried to ignore her gaze and focused to do my own thing. Though I was supposed to sleep right now, it was hard to fall asleep when soone was giving a locked stare.
Instead, I put my A5 journal book on the table. Take out a pen and at the sa ti flip through the pages to find a blank page I could write on.
I was not going to craft a plan as it was already done. Instead, I did sketching on the paper.
While my hands were moving in a knowing manner, I occasionally glanced at Zia who, once again, was still staring at .
By the end of the ti, I finished my sketch of her.
The sketch captured Zia's haunting beauty, emphasizing the sharp angles of her face and the intensity of her eyes. The lines on the paper seed to co alive, portraying her enigmatic aura.
I set the pen down and admired my creation, satisfied with the way the sketch had turned out.
Zia's gaze still bore into , unrelenting and unsettling.
I got up and walked toward her, showing the sketch.
"I thought you might like to see it. Also, this is my attempt to get your apologies for what I said earlier."
Zia's expression remained unchanged as she glanced at the sketch.
Her eyes lingered on the page for a mont, then slowly extended her hand, her pale fingers delicately grasping the edges of the sketchbook.
As she studied the drawing, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It was a subtle expression, barely there, but it was enough to make breathe relief.
"You capture well," she finally spoke, her voice soft yet still carrying the unusual aloof and lancholy tone. "There's an intensity in your lines, as if you truly see . I really appreciate that, thank you."
I nodded and let out a smile.
"Well, I 'truly' see you," I said, though unsure of my own word's aning.
Zia closed the book and handed it back to . Her gaze finally softened as she looked at .
As I took the book back, the sleepiness suddenly hit . My body felt burdened as if gravity itself tried to drag down.
"Oh?"
I stumbled back, falling to the floor near my bed.
My vision was blurry once again. Zia's features beca unnoticeable, and she once again beca a silhouette like the first ti I saw her standing in front of the door.
Her silhouette figure occasionally blinked, appearing and disappearing, and even glitching as if she was a hologram.
That was the last thing I had seen before the world around seed to distort and everything went black.
The next ti I opened my eyes, I found myself waking up on my bed. Which I found strange because I was sure last night I was sleeping on the floor.
As I rose up from my bed, feeling a little of a headache, I rubbed my temple.
Taking notice of the clean bedsheet opposite mine, the mory of the last night surged up my head.
I frowned at the sight of the clean, cold bedsheet. It was the sa as the last ti I witnessed this…
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