Leah slowly opened her eyes, her heart raced as she scanned the room, finding the others still on the ground.
Clara, however, was the second to stir. She slowly opened her eyes, confusion clouding her face.
Leah quickly stood up, her legs unsteady as she rushed to Amy. She shook her friend, gently "Amy! Amy, wake up!" she whispered. Amy stirred, blinking in the dim light, and then finally, her eyes snapped open.
Leah moved on to May, crouching down next to her. She shook her shoulder, her voice trembling. "May, come on, wake up!" May's eyes fluttered open after a few moments, and she sat up, looking just as confused as the others.
Once everyone had fully opened their eyes, they all sat up, and looked around, trying to make sense of their surroundings. The room had no windows, only several doors scattered around the space, each one looked the same as other.
"What… what happened?" Amy whispered, her voice barely audible as she glanced from one door to the next.
Clara, still disoriented, rubbed her eyes. "Where are we?"
Leah stood up, taking a few cautious steps towards the nearest door and touched it, her heart pounding. "Are we dreaming?"
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Then, suddenly, they all felt it — a presence behind them.
A figure sat leisurely on a chair, legs crossed, her head resting casually against one hand, simply watching them with a faint, unsettling smile.
"Y...you... you... Lizz?" Clara stammered, her voice breaking with fear.
The others turned to look and felt the same terror grip their hearts. How could someone who was dead be sitting there right in front of them?
"This had to be a dream. It had to be", "You were... you were dead... so how can you be—" Amy started to speak, her voice trembling, but before she could finish, her body was yanked into the air, as if an invisible force had seized her by the neck.
She struggled desperately, gasping for air, Moving her legs in the empty space as if trapped by unseen hands. The others could only watch, frozen in horror.
After a few agonizing seconds, Amy was slammed back down onto the ground, coughing and gasping.
Lizz's voice, low and mocking, echoed through the dark room. "So..." she purred, "does it still feel like a dream? "Her head tilted slightly, eyes gleaming. "Or do you need... a little more to believe it? Hm?"
May rushed over to lift Amy up, helping her sit while the others instinctively moved back, unsure of what to do.
"Why are you doing this, Lizz? And... what is this place?" Leah finally asked, her voice shaking.
Lizz tilted her head slightly, her smile growing wider."Hmmmm~ you know what?" she said sweetly, almost playfully, "I'll let you figure that out yourselves."
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Because we have lotssss of time... hahahahaha!"
Her laughter echoed around them, bouncing off the walls, and before anyone could react—she vanished, leaving only the chilling sound of her laughter behind.
The ground started shaking, and the dark room around them slowly shifted.
The world spun and twisted around them, and before Clara could even scream, everything went black. When her eyes opened again, she was no longer with the others.
suddenly her surrounding changed in a familiar setting...
It was a glimpse of her past — the memory of herself accidentally breaking the most expensive vase. Panic rises in her chest, but she quickly forces herself to stay calm. Just then, she hears footsteps approaching. Instinctively, she hides behind the curtain and peeks out to see who it is.
To her relief, it's only her maid, who has just started her shift for the day. As the maid notices the shattered glass pieces on the floor, she begins picking them up carefully.
Seeing an opportunity, Clara quietly takes a photo of the maid cleaning up the mess. With a cunning smile, she steps out and confronts her.
"I'm going to tell my parents that you broke the vase," Clara threatens. "Do you even realize how expensive that was? Father was supposed to deliver it to an important client — and now it's ruined."
The maid's face turns pale with fear. She drops to her knees, trembling.
"Y-Y-Young Miss, please don't do this… My life will be ruined. I-I beg you…"
"Shut up!" Clara snaps, her voice sharp and cold. "How dare someone like you talk back to me? Huh?"
The maid looked scared as she tried to explain herself.
"I didn't do it! I promise! I just got here — I don't even know what happened!" she cried.
But Clara didn't listen. The maid, shaking with fear, turned around and ran out of the house.
That was exactly what Clara wanted.
By the time her parents came home, Clara had already made up a story. She told them the maid had broken the expensive vase and then ran away to avoid punishment. Her parents believed her and called the police. Soon, the police began looking for the maid.
A few days later, Clara saw the maid again. The maid looked tired but angry. She stared at Clara and said,
"This isn't fair. I'll let the police catch me, but I'll tell them the truth — that you were the one who broke the vase. Then you will be the one going to jail."
Clara's heart started beating fast. She got scared. Then, without thinking, she grabbed a metal rod nearby and ran at the maid. The maid quickly moved out of the way and ran off.
They ended up in an old, empty factory. It was dusty and dark inside. As they ran, the maid suddenly tripped and fell hard on the floor. Clara saw her chance. She raised the rod and hit the maid on the head. Blood started to drip.
The maid tried to stand up, holding her head, but Clara kept hitting her again and again.
The maid was in pain, but she didn't give up. She reached for a rock near her hand, picked it up, and threw it at Clara. The rock hit Clara and made her stumble back.
The maid didn't waste time. She got up, grabbed the rod from Clara's hands, and hit her once, right on the head. Clara fell to the ground, holding her head and cursing the maid.....