Chapter 1 - One Twisty Night
Ravens’ daughter Merryl returned home at the same time every night to the house on Craven Heights: Nine-thirty, October 13. She enjoyed the walk from the Jin Bus stop. She liked the cool breeze as it softly kissed her pale face. Merryl was humming softly as she let herself through the door. Still wjth a hum she made her way to her bedroom. The usual tranquility of her house was replaced by an eerie silence and darkness. As she started upstairs, a sense of foreboding grew, the air thick with an unspoken terror.
Her room, usually a heaven, now felt hauntingly unfamiliar. The dim light revealed unsettling shapes that seemed to move, a chilling dance in the shadows. Merryl’s heart raced as she strained to hear any sound, but the silence was suffocating.
There was a smell in the air. A sudden, gut-wrenching stench assaulted her senses, and she flicked on the light to reveal a horrifying sight.
Blood. It was what she had smelled.
Dread consumed her as she beheld the unthinkable: three lifeless figures. In a grim twist, one of the bodies lurched to life, its mouth stained crimson. Merryl’s scream seemed endless, erupting from the depths of her being, a visceral release of terror that twisted and poured forth from her mouth into the chilling void of silence, a howl that refused to cease.
Still screaming Merryl Raven ran towards the door. The fear was relentless, propelling her to flee the horrors lurking within her own home.
Merryl wasn't sure whether what she saw was real or a nightmare. She was still running when she noticed two figures: A man in a hoodie and a woman who appeared too be a bride. The strange man’s bright, glooming, mirror like sword peirced through the woman's heart leaving her body burn into ashes. Merryl’s face was mirrored in the bloody blade as she caught the eye of that dreadful man. Death was just awaiting for her.
