Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-5583506-20140907231423

Myling opened her eyes. Something had awoken her, something in the room. However it wasn't Rowan. From what she could see he wasn't even in the room with her. She looked around a little worryingly.

"R-Rowan?" she asked.

Then from somewhere in the basement a voice called out to her in a hissing tone, as cold as ice and as unforgiving as the Reaper himself.

She peered into the darkest corners of the basement, expecting to see that wich called out to her. And she did... A pair of disturbingly intense eyes stared at her from the shadows, demanding her very soul. She was so frozen in fear she couldn't even scream...

''"MYLING..." ''said the voice from the shadows and the eyes didn't flicker for one second nor did they take their terrible gaze from her.

She collapsed to the floor and made a run for the staircase, but as she ran for the open basement door it slammed shut right in front of her by forces unknown. When she tried to open it, she felt it as though someone or something stood on the other side and barricaded it. She panicked and ran down the stairs again to look for an alternate exit.

''This shouldn't be! ''she thought. ''The Shadow has never attacked me within city walls before! Has it grown bolder?''

When she came down to the basement again she found herself completely surrounded by an unnatural darkness which was almost impossible to penetrate. A thousand eyes as intense as the pair she had seen before were all staring at her.

Life is for the living, and you have already paid the price.

That since long gone dead shall never again rise.

The Shadow or the Voice had said something like that before, yet she had no clue what it meant or what it had to do with her.

"I a-am so s-sorry if I have offended you s-somehow, whatever you are! I am so sorry for anything I might have done!" said Myling who was almost close to tears. "But please, leave me alone!"

Life is for the living, and you have already paid the price.

That since long gone dead shall never again rise.

The Voice kept repeating that same verse over and over and from the darkness, wraiths appeared, grabbing her by the hair and scratching her in the face. Everything in order to torment her.

In her fear she crawled in beneath the staircase and clutched tightly to her knees as she began to cry.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she cried and screamed in terror as a skull-faced wraith tried to reach out to her between two steps with a bony hand.

But the Voice did not keep silent and the shrieks of the wraiths grew worse. The darkness was growing and kept creeping closer to her hiding spot, and the eyes in the darkness kept staring at her... and kept staring...

"Rowan!" sniffed Myling. "Help me!"