Prologue- Part 1
Sia eyed the room warily. She had always loved scary movies, but this was different. She clenched her jawbone as her upper lip trembled. Her heart raced.
"Allan?" She whimpered. After the accident, she hasn't seen her brother. But then she had migraines and terrible dreams of this house. With Allan in it.
I had no choice. The house was like a magnet, luring me into it.
I started sprinting down all the corridors, screaming my brothers name as loud as my lungs could manage. They were nothing but echoes, and I didn't hear Allans voice at all.
BAM!
I slammed my body against the wall, one palm rested on my side, taking heaving, slow breaths. My eyes widened at the shock of this... thing. An image of some sort? I squinted my eyes into focus and saw Allan. "Al!" I yelled. He couldn't see nor hear me. In front of him was a meek woman with silky black hair that draped over her shoulders like a curtain. Her body sagged against the hold in the ground, causing the floorboards to bend and creak like crazy. A distorted, wormlike figure made out of... black ink...? formed a hand pulling ravishly on the girl's leg. The utter scratch left a dug deep nail print, oozing blood from the gaping wound.
I heard her wail in pain. I cringed. Allans face, I noted, was coated with panic.
The dark figure kept pulling the woman under the ground, as Allan struggled to save her. He was 18. So, this didn't just happen. It happened...
5 years ago.
When mom died.
"Sakona?" I muttered softly.
The womans head shot towards me, her eyes dark black, FULL black, with red eyelids. Her eyes formed a narrow glare, and a snakelike, sneaky grin.
"Come play with us, Sia."
"What?!" I blustered.
"Learn your bedtime story. Then its playtime!" Sakona squealed.
"Bedtime story?"
"Yes." She spoke. "MY story."
Before the world went black, I found a star.
