Why Did You Kill Me
Jade had a dark secret. Years ago, in a fit of anger, she had pushed her childhood friend, Mara, into the river during an argument. Mara had drowned, and Jade had told everyone it was an accident. She tried to bury the memory, but every October, around the anniversary, Jade felt a presence watching her.
One night, she awoke to soft whispers drifting through her room. The words were barely audible, but they sent a chill down her spine. "Why did you kill me?" the voice echoed, faint and full of sorrow.
Jade sat up, her heart pounding, and tried to convince herself it was just a dream. But then she saw a figure standing in the corner, dripping wet, with hollow eyes that glowed faintly in the dark. It was Mara, her skin pale and bloated, hair tangled with weeds, and water pooling at her feet.
Jade’s voice trembled. "M-Mara?" she whispered.
Mara's ghostly figure moved closer, her hollow eyes fixed on Jade. "Why did you kill me?" she repeated, louder this time, her voice distorted and filled with rage.
Jade tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat. She scrambled backward, but Mara reached out, her icy, wet hands gripping Jade's wrists. "You left me to die, Jade. Now, you'll feel what I felt."
Jade felt water rise around her, though she was still in her bedroom. It filled her mouth, her lungs, suffocating her, as if she were drowning in that river again. Just as she thought she couldn’t breathe any longer, the water vanished, leaving her gasping for air. But Mara’s voice lingered in the room, repeating, “Why did you kill me?”
From that night on, Jade was never alone. Every mirror, every shadow, every whisper in the night reminded her of Mara’s last words. And, year by year, Mara’s ghost continued to drag her closer to the depths of that cold, dark river.
Jade had a dark secret. Years ago, in a fit of anger, she had pushed her childhood friend, Mara, into the river during an argument. Mara had drowned, and Jade had told everyone it was an accident. She tried to bury the memory, but every October, around the anniversary, Jade felt a presence watching her.
One night, she awoke to soft whispers drifting through her room. The words were barely audible, but they sent a chill down her spine. "Why did you kill me?" the voice echoed, faint and full of sorrow.
Jade sat up, her heart pounding, and tried to convince herself it was just a dream. But then she saw a figure standing in the corner, dripping wet, with hollow eyes that glowed faintly in the dark. It was Mara, her skin pale and bloated, hair tangled with weeds, and water pooling at her feet.
Jade’s voice trembled. "M-Mara?" she whispered.
Mara's ghostly figure moved closer, her hollow eyes fixed on Jade. "Why did you kill me?" she repeated, louder this time, her voice distorted and filled with rage.
Jade tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat. She scrambled backward, but Mara reached out, her icy, wet hands gripping Jade's wrists. "You left me to die, Jade. Now, you'll feel what I felt."
Jade felt water rise around her, though she was still in her bedroom. It filled her mouth, her lungs, suffocating her, as if she were drowning in that river again. Just as she thought she couldn’t breathe any longer, the water vanished, leaving her gasping for air. But Mara’s voice lingered in the room, repeating, “Why did you kill me?”
From that night on, Jade was never alone. Every mirror, every shadow, every whisper in the night reminded her of Mara’s last words. And, year by year, Mara’s ghost continued to drag her closer to the depths of that cold, dark river.
Why Did You Kill Me
Jade had a dark secret. Years ago, in a fit of anger, she had pushed her childhood friend, Mara, into the river during an argument. Mara had drowned, and Jade had told everyone it was an accident. She tried to bury the memory, but every October, around the anniversary, Jade felt a presence watching her.
One night, she awoke to soft whispers drifting through her room. The words were barely audible, but they sent a chill down her spine. "Why did you kill me?" the voice echoed, faint and full of sorrow.
Jade sat up, her heart pounding, and tried to convince herself it was just a dream. But then she saw a figure standing in the corner, dripping wet, with hollow eyes that glowed faintly in the dark. It was Mara, her skin pale and bloated, hair tangled with weeds, and water pooling at her feet.
Jade’s voice trembled. "M-Mara?" she whispered.
Mara's ghostly figure moved closer, her hollow eyes fixed on Jade. "Why did you kill me?" she repeated, louder this time, her voice distorted and filled with rage.
Jade tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat. She scrambled backward, but Mara reached out, her icy, wet hands gripping Jade's wrists. "You left me to die, Jade. Now, you'll feel what I felt."
Jade felt water rise around her, though she was still in her bedroom. It filled her mouth, her lungs, suffocating her, as if she were drowning in that river again. Just as she thought she couldn’t breathe any longer, the water vanished, leaving her gasping for air. But Mara’s voice lingered in the room, repeating, “Why did you kill me?”
From that night on, Jade was never alone. Every mirror, every shadow, every whisper in the night reminded her of Mara’s last words. And, year by year, Mara’s ghost continued to drag her closer to the depths of that cold, dark river.
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