"Look"
The house was silent when Fola heard a voice. It was faint, like a whisper carried through the walls.
"Look."
At first, he thought it was his mind playing tricks. But then he heard it again, closer this time.
"Look."
Fola’s heart pounded as he lay in bed, every hair on his body standing on end. Slowly, he turned his head to the open door of his bedroom. Shadows flickered across the hallway outside, dancing like they had a life of their own.
The voice echoed, now a soft, hoarse whisper just outside his room. "Look."
Something dark shifted in the hallway, barely visible in the dimness. It seemed like a shape—like someone watching him.
Fear rooted him in place, his breath shallow and sharp. He wanted to look away, to close his eyes and pretend it wasn’t there. But he couldn’t. His eyes were locked, drawn toward that shadowed figure in the doorway.
The voice came once more, closer than ever.
"Look."
Finally, the shadow stepped forward, and he saw it clearly—a twisted face, pale and hollow, with eyes as black as night. It smiled, its mouth stretching impossibly wide, and he felt an icy grip around his throat.
"Now… you’ll look forever."
The shadow vanished, and Fola’s scream never came. All that was left was his frozen, wide-eyed stare—forever locked in terror, forever looking.
"Look"
The house was silent when Fola heard a voice. It was faint, like a whisper carried through the walls.
"Look."
At first, he thought it was his mind playing tricks. But then he heard it again, closer this time.
"Look."
Fola’s heart pounded as he lay in bed, every hair on his body standing on end. Slowly, he turned his head to the open door of his bedroom. Shadows flickered across the hallway outside, dancing like they had a life of their own.
The voice echoed, now a soft, hoarse whisper just outside his room. "Look."
Something dark shifted in the hallway, barely visible in the dimness. It seemed like a shape—like someone watching him.
Fear rooted him in place, his breath shallow and sharp. He wanted to look away, to close his eyes and pretend it wasn’t there. But he couldn’t. His eyes were locked, drawn toward that shadowed figure in the doorway.
The voice came once more, closer than ever.
"Look."
Finally, the shadow stepped forward, and he saw it clearly—a twisted face, pale and hollow, with eyes as black as night. It smiled, its mouth stretching impossibly wide, and he felt an icy grip around his throat.
"Now… you’ll look forever."
The shadow vanished, and Fola’s scream never came. All that was left was his frozen, wide-eyed stare—forever locked in terror, forever looking.
