Alina jolted awake, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The air in the room felt heavy, pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. A faint scent of lavender and sandalwood permeated the space – expensive aromas, meant to be calming, but somehow feeling so alien. The high ceiling with a glittering crystal chandelier above seemed like an object from another world, too perfect, too dazzling. Ivory-white walls with classical carvings added to the luxurious impression, but also felt cold, lifeless.Her ears caught a faint sound from behind the large window. "Cheep... cheep..." Sparrows chirped in the distance, their sounds mingling with the rustling of the wind against the maroon velvet curtains. The dim light of the morning sun pierced through the windowpanes, casting long shadows on the marble floor that gleamed like a mirror."Creak..." Alina shifted in the bed, and the sound of silk sheets rustling against her skin was soft against her ears. The white wedding gown she was we

Alina sat on the velvet sofa that felt too plush beneath her. Her hands were clenched on her lap, trying to control the tremors that ran through her fingers. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to understand where she was.This room seemed to be from another era. A crystal chandelier hung low in the center of the high ceiling, adorned with gold carvings. A large fireplace in the corner of the room blazed with licking flames, creating moving shadows on the walls filled with large paintings. The faces in those paintings seemed to stare at her with vacant eyes, as if they were watching her every move.Darren sat beside her, calm as usual, as if the tense atmosphere in the room was nothing unfamiliar to him.The old man in front of her let out a long sigh before finally speaking. "So, you truly remember nothing?"Alina swallowed, trying to calm her irregular heartbeat. "I... I don't remember anything before waking up in that house."The woman in the emerald green dress narrowed her eyes. "S

Cold air swirled around Alina, hitting her face with a bone-chilling touch. She stood stiffly before the towering old iron door, the suffocating aroma of rust and dampness filling her nostrils. Her heart pounded, her fingers gripping the silver key felt damp with sweat. Behind her, Darren's footsteps grew closer, his heavy voice breaking the ominous silence."Alina, don't do this," Darren whispered, his voice full of warning, almost despairing.However, Alina ignored him. Her eyes were fixed on the keyhole that seemed to call to her, whispering promises of secrets hidden behind that door. With trembling hands, she inserted the silver key into the hole.Click.The small sound echoed in the silence, and something within Alina vibrated, as if the key had opened not just a door, but also deeply buried memories. She pulled the handle and pushed it open slowly, and instantly, the air around her changed. The smell of wet earth and something decaying assaulted her sense of smell, making her s

Rain continued to pour heavily as Alina and Darren finally reached the main road. Their breaths were ragged, chests heaving, and their bodies soaked by the seemingly endless downpour.Alina looked back.The old house they had just left had vanished. There were no remnants of broken glass, no suffocating narrow hallways, no black shadows chasing them.Only the wet asphalt road and the silent forest in the darkness.As if the place... had never existed.Her hand trembled, and she only then realized that blood was trickling from small cuts on her arm and leg, likely from the shattered glass earlier. Darren didn't look any better—his clothes were dirty, wet, and there was a red scratch on his cheek.However, there was no time to analyze their injuries. No time for lengthy thought."Darren," Alina's voice was barely audible. "What really happened?"Darren shook his head slowly. "I don't know... but we have to get out of here."He reached into his pants pocket, pulled out his wet phone, and

Alina was thrown backward, her body jerking violently. She struggled, kicking at empty air, but the grip on her was too strong—cold and unyielding like steel. Something dragged her back into the train car, the door groaning as it slammed shut with a sharp click! That sound—familiar and terrifying—froze her in place."Why are you trying to run, Alina?"Darren’s voice. But it wasn’t Darren. The figure before her looked like him, but his black eyes held an unnatural intensity, something inhuman.A chilling dampness crept over her skin, and the air reeked of rusted metal mixed with something putrid—like rotting flesh under the scorching sun. The train car trembled faintly, as though something slithered beneath the metal walls. This place wasn’t just a space; it was a trap, and it wanted to consume her whole.The ceiling’s paint peeled away like scorched skin, and the floor beneath her twisted—it no longer felt like solid wood but something... fleshy. Alina swallowed hard. The train wasn’t