GALES OF DESTINY

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lentless banging had been going o

ied by unsettling flashes. It's always the

rous figures. Their eyes always turn an eerie dark black, and their faces became b

persisted, haunting me day after day. The frustration and f

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Through the haze, a scene unfolded- It was a couple engrossed in their tender moments within what seemed to b

en experiencing,eyes turning p

ng resemblance to me. Realization hit me like a thunderbolt. The flashes sharpened and everything became clearer. T

mind's eye—the familiar furniture, the warm lighti

diately. The mysterious flashes were something I never wanted to co

riend's place before this unsettling incident. I sprinted h

ously. The room lay silent, giving off an eeri

om

with both fear and hope as I cau

g no response. My heart sank reali

ad

nswer, but the silence persisted

s a muffled noise, barely audible but quickly transformed in

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my steps towards the source of the sound. The closer I

led me t

scape from whatever horror awaited me inside. But something compelled me

ir once familiar faces now twisted and disfigured, stared back at me with dark, black eyes. Bloodied

trembling on my lips. But they seemed oblivious to my presence, con

ipped me as I took hesi

n her hand. It was a haunting sight, seeing her so unrecogn

ix of anguish and desperation. But there was no coherent answer, o

tively, I began to retreat, counting my steps backward, pleading for them to stop. But th

to

ponded with a violent force. Winds whipped around me, throwing my parents away, shaking the very foundat

e reality of what h

he sight of my paren

as I walk

Mo

tly clasping my

up, p

led up on

ed something unsettling—.a deep bite mark marred his neck. I

ed me to check my mom's neck, and t

e hell

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t its silvery glow and gave some dimming l

heavier and the occ

s Caden- looking

dow from the wall,he loo

y,it contrasted with what the s

n,he hea

ling an old man standing before him. The old man held an he

eet

o response. He was accustomed to Caden's st

e fou

d, his words grippin

nd another

e filled with a mix of

her rig

horitative tone, his comma