The Begging Of The End

"Taashaa, Taashaaa" the creepy voice kept repeating, calling out her name as if waiting for respond. She walked once again in the familiar hallway that haunted her. The cold air reached her face as she heard the calling of the dead. She knew that this was the place that all her darkest fears would come to life. In a kinda funny way the possibilities of what the outcome of today could be were endless. But somehow Tasha wasn't scared anymore, like she was taken oven by numbness, like she didn't care what the end would be. She flashed a smile the same way a predator or a killer would smile at a victim, at the terrified girl that was standing next to her unwillingly, shuddering at the thought of what could happen to her. Deep inside that little girl hope never ceased to exist that's what kept her fighting all along. Tasha knew that in situations like this she couldn't trust anyone, not even herself. In such cases noone can define right and wrong, good and evil, especially when you can't tell what's fake and what's real, when your walking between the thick line of sanity and insanity. She made her pace faster reaching to open the door eagerly as she stepped out of the light the candles were giving, in this cursed place sunk in darkness...

 

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[Deborah Shepard]

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[The Spaniard]

very interesting, i'd like to see how this progresses.