Chapter One
– The Morning That Shouldn’t Exist
Vivan woke up with a violent gasp, his heart pounding against his chest. Sweat clung to his skin as he looked around in panic.
The old wooden celling. The faded walls. His grandparents’ house. He sat upright, trying to steady his breathing.
“What...?”
Was it all dream? No… it had felt too real.
The shadow. The screams. The ritual. Everything.
His mind raced with questions.
“How am I back here?”
“If all of that really happened… why is everyone alive?”
He rushed outside.
The morning sun warmed the countryside. His grandparents were laughing as they prepared breakfast. His cousins chased each other through the yard as if nothing had ever happened.
Everyone was alive. Everyone was smiling. Relief washed over him, but it lasted only a moment.
Something felt… wrong.
Trying act normal, he joined them for breakfast. Later, he went fishing with his cousins exactly as he remembered from months ago.
Every conversation… Every laugh… Every step…
It was happening exactly the same way. By, the evening the cousins gathered together to tell ghost stories. He froze. A cold chill crawled down his spine. Under his breath, he whispered “This is where it all begun.”
His eyes searched every corner of the old house. If this wasn’t a dream… Then what was it?
A second chance?
A trap?
Or something far more terrifying than the shadow itself?
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