2025-04-13 07:00:05Christopher scrambled to his feet with tears streaking down his cheeks, gasping as he staggered through the hallway. The tendril of shadow had loosened, just enough for him to break free, and he wasted no time. He ran—ran as if hell itself was at his heels, because in his mind, it was.
His breath came out in ragged gulps as he dashed down the stairs and into the wide, opulent living room. The chandeliers above shimmered faintly, their light flickering with a strange, almost unnatural rhythm. The fireplace burned low, casting tall, eerie shadows across the room."MOM!" he screamed hoarsely. "Mom, help! Please!"Mrs. Prestwick turned from the tray of untouched wine, startled, her hand flying to her chest as she took in the sight of her son—disheveled, panicked, completely undone."Christopher? What on earth—?"He didn’t answer. He just rushed behind her, grabbing fistfuls of her dress like a terrified child. His entire body was trembling, h
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