The Truth Untold

In the bustling city of New York resided a student of the well-known Oxford University, a college where not everyone could join it was the place were the children of famous politicians, actors, CEO’s and other renowned people studied; however, Luna Marren, very much like the others, was still quite different. She experienced abnormal things, some might say that she was a psychopath but nobody knew the truth….not even her. It was a truth only known to one, and that person held great power

Luna wanted to live independently, and as per her wish, her parents agreed to it , but that was their worst mistake. It all started in the first week of her living alone,she heard a sound from her apartment, whispers of the dark, I must specify.

The first day of her experiencing this was truly horrifying. The outside world was pitch dark, it was raining heavily and lightening struck evey fifteen minutes, the lights flickerd occasionally and the sound of movements was heard outside her door, Luna rapped up in a blanket then heard a soft almost an unhearable knock on the door, she ignored it thinking with waa just her mind overthinking again, but she heard it again, and this time much more lounder so, she went to see who this guy was but when she checked throught the eyehole no one was seen. Her mind raced with questions,with fear, her heart thumped against her ribs, her legs wobbled not because no one was seen through the eyehole even when she surely heard a knock on her door but because of the spirit in front of her. The lights went off, and his glowing face was the only thing she could see. She wanted to scream, to run, but her legs won’t move, her voice won’t come. She closed her eyes, wanting to think this all was just a dream or a nightmare, but unfortunately, it was the reality, her dark reality.

The strange man stepped closer to her and whispered in her left ear in a deep, husky voice, “I was sent to watch you… But I chose to warn you instead.” That sent chills down her spine. From that very moment onwards, she wasn’t ordinary. Something about her past lingered… and it mattered to the people she didn’t even know existed.

The following day, Luna woke up, shivering and confused. The blanket was still wrapped around her. No signs of a break-in. glowing face. Nothing.

“Did I just dream the entire thing?” she whispered,but deep down, her heart knew that dreams don’t leave bruises. And hers did. A faint red mark glowed on her left wrist, almost like a fingerprint. But whose?

The week passed like a blur. Luna barely ate. She barely slept. And every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. That glowing face. That husky voice. “I was sent to watch you…”

He haunted her—not like a ghost, but like a truth trying to be remembered.

Now, Luna wasn’t one to get scared easily. She wasn’t made of sugar and spice—more like thunder and thorns. But something told her this wasn’t just a creepy stalker spirit. This… was supernatural. And no amount of logic could explain away flickering lights, sudden chills,the preodic motion of the lightenig.

One night, as she was brushing her teeth, she caught a glimpse of something in the bathroom mirror. A flash. A shadow. A figure standing behind her. But when she spun around—nothing.

Old saying goes, “The eyes are useless when the mind is blind.” But Luna’s mind? It was wide awake now.

That evening, she decided to do what every horror movie character should’ve done from the beginning—research. She dove into the depths of her university library archives, searching for anything she could find about her apartment. And what she found… mad her freeze right on the spot

Apartment 406….her flat….had a history. Not a good one. Twenty years ago, a student named Clara Ryles lived there. And just like Luna, Clara started “seeing things.” She claimed a man came to her in the night, warned her of “the watchers,” and then…..vanished. No one ever found her. Just her diary… filled with drawings of glowing faces and a repeated phrase:

“He was sent to watch, but he warned me instead.”

The exact same words.

More like a cursed loop repeating itself.

The pieces of the puzzle had started to come together, but Luna wasn’t sure she liked the picture it formed.

The more she read, the more she learned about The Watchers—an ancient group spoken about in whispers. Not ghosts, not demons, but beings stuck between dimensions, watching certain people… people who were marked.

And now, she was marked.

Then came Friday night. A storm that seemed like any ordinary one, but much, much stronger? The wind blew strong,the blue moon rose high in the sky.

“I know you’re watching,” she said aloud, heart racing, hands clenched. “Why me? What do you want?”

And then, just like before, the lights went out.

Silence.

And then… a reply.

“I told you… you were chosen,” said the same husky voice, but this time, it came from behind her. She turned—and saw him. Not just a glowing face now, but an actual man—or something that looked like one. Tall, pale, eyes like mirrors reflecting nothing but her fear.

“You were chosen because of your past. Because of what you carry… inside,” he said, stepping closer.

“I….I don’t understand,” Luna stammered.

“You don’t need to. But soon… they will come. And when they do, your choice will matter the most.”

Luna opened her mouth to scream, but once again, no sound came out. It was as if time had paused.

“You must remember who you are, Luna Marren,” he whispered, and then, just like that, vanished into thin air, leaving behind a piece of blackened paper with the symbol of a half moon.

Over the next few days, her shadows moved when they weren’t supposed to. Her phone glitched, always showing the same unknown number: 000-000-0000. Her mirror cracked without reason.

By this point, Luna was done being the scared girl. She decided to visit the one person who might know what was happening—a mysterious old professor who taught History at Oxford. Professor Auraculus

“I’ve been expecting you,” he said as she entered his candle-lit office, filled with ancient books and an actual skull on the desk .

He explained everything. About the Watchers. About how every century, one soul is chosen to either open or close the door between their world and ours. A “Sealer”, as the legends called them.

“And I’m the chosen one?” Luna asked, half horrified, half impressed.

“Exactly,” Auraculus said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You can either seal them out forever……or……. invite them in.”

“But what do they want?”

“To rule……To rule the entire world” he said

And as the professor handed her an old, leather-bound book with the title “The Sealer’s Curse”.

And as Luna flipped open The Sealer’s Curse, the ink simmered under the candlelight, revealing the first page, not written in any known language, but one her soul seemed to understand.

“This is where the world ends,” the book whispered, “or begins again.”

Luna closed the book and whispered back,

“Let the game begin"

To be continued.............