The clock chimed midnight,
its somber notes echoing in the quiet room.
The cool water splashed against his face as he went through the familiar motions of his midnight
"Why cant I sleep ,
"What the hell is wrong with me,
He stared at his reflection in the mirror, a wave of dissatisfaction settling in his chest.
"F**K",
"Another wasted day,
he thought, a heavy feeling of disappointment settling in his chest
He then came out of the bathroom,
the lingering scent of soap and disinfectant clinging to his clothes.
He glanced out the balcony window, his curiosity piqued by a peculiar figure silhouetted against the fading light.
A sense of unease mingled with fascination, compelling him to investigate the mysterious presence, stepping out onto the balcony to get a closer look.
The air was still, and the figure's ambiguity only heightened his curiosity, drawing him closer to the unfolding mystery.
He noticed something strange about the figure's appearance - it seemed to shimmer and shift in the dim light.
The boy approached the figure, curiosity mingling with unease.
As he got closer, the figure shimmered and vanished, leaving him staring at the empty balcony.
"What was that?"
he whispered, confusion washing over him.
"Am I imagining things?"
he wondered, a subtle doubt lingering in his mind.
The boy returned to his room the encounter on the balcony leaving him unsettled,
Meanwhile the devil observed him with a sinister gaze their thoughts swirling with malevolent intentions
The devil's perspective revealed their keen interest in the boy their sinister plans for his future beginning to take shape
They examined the boy closely as if scrutinizing his potential for darkness
The devil's perspective provided a glimpse into their malevolent plans creating a chilling sense of dread
for the story to come Would the boy be able to resist the devil's influence or would he be drawn into the darkness
The boy enters his room, feeling a mix of exhaustion and confusion. He mutters to himself,
"What a weird experience. Am I just dreaming things?"
He yawns, feeling dizzy, and finally drifts off to sleep
He finds himself in a large room, surrounded by black and white flames.
He sees a girl crying, and the flames flicker everywhere.
He tries to approach the girl, but as he gets closer, she stands up and walks towards him.
She tells him,
"This is all because of you.
This is all your fault.
"The boy backs away, feeling terrified,
The girl is crying and blaming the boy as she comes closer. Suddenly, something falls on her, and blood splatters.
The blood-soaked girl advances towards the boy, her form distorted by the flames.
Her voice echoes with a chilling condemnation.
As she draws closer, the black flames engulf the boy, searing him with an unbearable terror.
He tries to escape, his breath catching in his throat, but he feels trapped.
Just as the flames threaten to consume him entirely, he jolts awake from the nightmare, his heart pounding in his chest.
"What the f**K?
That felt so real. Was it just a nightmare?
I still feel that... that presence."
"I've never experienced anything like this. It felt so real, like the nightmare was pulling me into it.
What the heck was happening with that girl? It was pure terror. Oh, f***, at least it's over now. I just hope it doesn't come back."
"The Devil laughs, a low, chilling chuckle that echoes through the shadows.
'Ah, sweet nightmare!' he purrs, a hint of amusement in his voice, 'the fears that dance in the darkness...
Gahaha Gahaha Gahaha
A little taste of despair... Gahahaha!'
His laughter grows, a chilling melody of delight.
'Oh, the drama, the sweet, unfolding night!
Gahaha!'
He savors the boy's fear, relishing the moment.
'Don't worry, this is just the beginning of the entertainment.'