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Gatos Persa, Córdoba (2026)

09/02/2026

The doorbell rang again.
DING… D**G…
In the middle of the night.
No one comes to visit at this hour.
Javier stood motionless like a statue.
Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
I whispered:
"Who... who's out there?"
Javier did not reply.
Just stare at the door.
Then he said, in a hoarse voice:
"Don't... open it."
A chill ran down my spine.
“Javier…”
He turned to me.
For the first time, genuine fear was clearly visible in his eyes.
"If it walks in..."
"I won't be able to keep you here any longer."

KNOCKING SOUND
The bell is no longer ringing.
This time it was a knock.
CLUMP… CLUMP… CLUMP…
Slowly.
Like someone who knows for sure there's someone inside.
I stepped back.
"Are you a police officer?"
Javier gave a dry laugh.
"The police don't knock like that."
CLUMP… CLUMP…
Then a voice rang out.
That wasn't a man's voice.
That's not a woman's voice.
But it was a voice… like many people speaking at the same time:
“Sofia…”
"It's time..."
I was speechless.
It knows my name.
I looked at Javier.
"He said someone should come and get the next part..."
"Who is it?"
Javier whispered:
"The person you signed the contract with."

I CAN'T BREATHE
"What kind of agreement?"
Javier closed his eyes.
"Ten years ago..."
"I didn't marry you for love."
That sentence was like a stab in the back.
I choked up.
"…What?"
Javier opened his eyes.
"I'll marry you..."
“…to guard you.”
I moved back further.
"What am I?"
Javier swallowed hard.
"You're not a victim, Sofia."
"You are the kind of person people fear."

AUTOMATIC DOOR OPENING
I didn't have time to react.
CLICK…
Rotating door lock.
Rotates automatically.
No one touched it.
The door opened slowly.
A cold wind swept in.
On the porch…
There's no one here.
There was only darkness.
Already…
One step.
BANG.
Someone walked in.
But as soon as I saw it…
My heart stopped beating.
That's not a person.
His skin was as white as wax.
Deep-set, dark eyes.
Their mouths were smiling, but there was no warmth in their smile.
And his neck…
There is a red string.
A key identical to Javier's was hanging on the lanyard.
He looked at me.
And he said:
"Hello, Sofia number 3."
I shouted:
"What is Sofia #3?!"
He tilted his head.
"Before you..."
"There were two other Sofias."
I was trembling.
"Where are they?"
He laughed.
"Underground."

JAVIER ALMOST COLLAPSED
"Do not…"
Javier said, his voice filled with despair.
"Don't bring it up again..."
That person took another step forward.
"You've been guarding her for too long."
"The agreement is for 7 years."
"It's been 10 years now."
Javier yelled:
"I'M TRYING TO SAVE HER!"
The other person laughed.
"Rescue?"
He looked at me.
"She doesn't need saving."
"He's just delaying the inevitable."
I shouted:
"What are you talking about?!"
The person held out their hand.
In the palm of your hand…
It's a photograph.
This is a picture of me.
But that's not me now.
It's me…
Standing next to a co**se.
My hands are covered in blood.
My mouth is smiling.
I yelled:
"ARE NOT!"
The person whispered:
"I remember now."

MY HEAD HURTS LIKE IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE
The images came flooding in.
Screaming.
Hospital.
Syringe.
A man pleaded.
And I…
I received the injection.
I laughed.
I clutched my head.
"No... no... no..."
Javier rushed forward and held me.
"Sofia! Don't remember!"
The other man laughed loudly.
"Too late."
Then he said something that made Javier turn pale:
"Tonight…"
"We're not here to take her."
Javier trembled:
"...So what are you doing here?"
That person looked straight at me.
"We've arrived..."
“…to return her.”
I whispered:
"Return it… to whom?"
The person pointed to the ceiling.
"Give it to the thing that's sleeping inside you."

SUDDENLY…
I felt my heart beating unusually fast.
A voice echoed in my head.
That's not my voice.
It whispered:
"Final…"
"I woke up..."
My eyes widened.
Javier recoiled, panicked.
“Sofia…”
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
I smiled.
But that wasn't my smile.
I heard it with my own mouth:
“Javier…”
"Thank you for keeping the cage..."
“…up to this day.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

09/02/2026

Javier stood there.
Right behind me.
The shovel in his hand gleamed in the moonlight.
That smile…
That's not the smile of the husband I love.
It's like…
A person is eyeing their prey.
I stepped back, my voice trembling:
"Javier... what are you doing?"
He tilted his head.
"Are you asking me?"
Then he looked down into the hole I had just dug.
Look at the opened wooden box.
Look at my picture.
And the piece of paper.
He sighed.
"You shouldn't dig it up."
I stammered:
"What... what is this?"
Javier walked slowly forward.
"That's a memory."
I frowned.
"Memory?"
He nodded.
"Memories that I'm not allowed to remember."

I burst out laughing in panic.
"Are you crazy?"
But Javier didn't smile.
He bent down and picked up the photograph.
"Do you know when this photo was taken?"
I shook my head.
He whispered:
"That night I killed someone."
My whole body went numb.
"…What?"
I took another step back.
"No... that's impossible."
Javier looked straight into my eyes.
"I don't remember."
"But he remembers."

THE FIRST TRUTH
Javier knelt down next to the hole.
His voice deepened considerably.
"Sofia... have you ever wondered..."
"Why are we moving house so suddenly?"
I swallowed hard.
"Why don't you have any close friends?"
"Why am I never allowed to return to my old city?"
I started breathing heavily.
He stood up.
"Because I'm not the first Sofia."
I was speechless.
"…What?"
Javier smiled slightly.
"I am the third Sofia."

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND
"What are you talking about?"
Javier put his hand to my forehead.
"I always forget."
"That's the problem."
I pulled my hand away from him.
"Forget what?!"
Javier looked at me, his eyes suddenly filled with pain.
"Forget that night."

THAT NIGHT…
He took a deep breath.
"We used to live in Monterrey."
"I work as a nurse in a private hospital."
I trembled.
"I... have never..."
Javier cut across.
"I used to."
"I once took care of a very special patient."
A moment of silence.
"My brother."
I was stunned.
"I don't have an older brother."
Javier nodded.
"Because I killed him."

I screamed
"ARE NOT!"
Javier stepped back, as if he had anticipated that reaction.
"He discovered my secret."
"He said he would report it to the police."
"And you..."
Javier's voice lowered:
"...the wrong medication was injected."
I clutched my head.
"No... no... I don't..."
Javier looked at me, his voice soft as a lullaby:
"I cried."
"I begged him on my knees for help."
"And you..."
He swallowed.
“…he buried everything.”

I looked toward the holes in the ground.
I whispered:
"The things you buried..."
"Not someone else?"
Javier replied:
"Are not."
"It's proof."
"It's a file."
"It's a phone."
"These are the things that remind me who I am."
I was trembling.
"So the bag moved tonight..."
Javier closed his eyes.
"Not a bag."
I choked up.
"So what is it?"
Javier opened his eyes.
And then he said something that made my blood run cold:
"He's a real person."
I recoiled sharply.
"You're lying!"
Javier moved closer, his voice hissing:
“Sofia…”
"There are people who cannot be allowed to live."
"Because they will remind me."

SURPRISE…
The doorbell rang.
DING D**G.
They both stood still.
In the middle of the night.
12:17 AM.
Javier whispered:
"…Are not."
I looked at him.
"Who is that?"
Javier turned his face towards the door of the house.
His face turned pale.
Then he whispered:
"Someone has come to get the next portion."
I whispered:
"What's the next part...?"
Javier turned to look at me.
The smile returned.
"It's me."

TO BE CONTINUED…

09/02/2026

It started the week after we moved into the new house.
A quiet neighborhood.
Fresh paint.
Perfect silence.
My husband, Javier, told me:
“This is our fresh beginning, Sofia.”
And I believed him.
Until the first night.

THE FIRST MIDNIGHT
I woke up suddenly.
The bed beside me was empty.
At first, I thought Javier had gone to the bathroom.
But then…
I heard it.
Scrape… scrape… scrape…
Like metal hitting dirt.
My throat tightened.
I slowly sat up.
The bedroom window was slightly open.
Cold air crawled in.
And outside…
I saw him.
Javier.
Standing in the backyard.
Holding a shovel.
Digging.
At exactly 12:00 AM.
My heart began to pound.
Why would a man dig at midnight?
I whispered:
“Javier…?”
He didn’t respond.
He kept digging like a machine.
Then he lifted something heavy…
Wrapped in black cloth.
And dropped it into the hole.
My blood turned cold.
What was that?
A bag?
A body?
I covered my mouth.
Then he buried it.
Carefully.
Like he had done it before.
When he finished, he stood still…
And whispered into the night:
“Forgive me… just one more.”

THE NEXT MORNING
I tried to act normal.
Javier sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee.
His face calm.
Too calm.
I forced a smile.
“Did you sleep well?”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
Then he looked at me.
“Did you?”
My hands froze.
Did he know I saw him?
I laughed nervously.
“Of course.”
He stared at me for a long moment.
Then smiled.
A slow smile.
“One day,” he said softly…
“You will understand why I do it.”

THE SECOND NIGHT
I couldn’t sleep.
At 11:59 PM, I pretended.
I kept my eyes closed.
My heart racing.
Then…
The bed shifted.
Javier stood up.
Quietly.
Like a thief.
The door opened.
Closed.
Silence.
Then the backyard sound again.
Scrape… scrape… scrape…
This time…
I followed him.
Barefoot.
Breathing carefully.
I hid behind the curtain.
And I saw it again.
Another hole.
Another black cloth bundle.
But this time…
It moved.
My stomach dropped.
Moved.
Like something inside was alive.
Javier bent down and whispered:
“Stay quiet… don’t wake up.”
I nearly screamed.
Then…
I heard a faint sound.
A voice.
From inside the bundle.
A human voice.
Whimpering.
“No… please…”
My knees almost gave out.
That wasn’t an object.
That was a person.

I RAN BACK INSIDE
My mind exploded with fear.
What kind of man did I marry?
I wanted to call the police.
I grabbed my phone—
Then froze.
The signal was gone.
No service.
I checked again.
Nothing.
Suddenly…
My phone screen lit up by itself.
One message appeared.
From an unknown number.
“DON’T DIG WHERE HE BURIES THEM.”
My blood froze.
Who was texting me?
And why did they say them?
How many were there?

THE THIRD NIGHT…
I couldn’t take it anymore.
When Javier left the room, I went outside.
Straight to the backyard.
My hands shaking.
I grabbed the shovel.
And started digging where he buried the first bundle.
The dirt was cold.
Heavy.
Then—
My shovel hit something hard.
My breath stopped.
I pulled the soil away.
And I saw it.
A wooden box.
Locked.
With scratches all over it.
Like something tried to escape.
My fingers trembled as I opened it.
And inside…
Was not a body.
Not money.
Not a weapon.
It was…
A photograph.
Of me.
Taken while I was sleeping.
And under it…
A note in Javier’s handwriting:
“SHE MUST NEVER REMEMBER WHAT SHE DID.”
My scream died in my throat.
Remember?
What did I do?
What was he hiding from me?
Then behind me…
A voice.
Cold.
Close.
“So you finally dug, Sofia.”
I turned slowly.
Javier was standing there.
Holding the shovel.
Smiling.
But his eyes…
Were not my husband’s eyes anymore.
He whispered:
“You weren’t supposed to wake up this time.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

08/02/2026

Midnight was coming.
The air in the house felt heavier with every second.
Clara sat on the floor beside the shrine, shaking like a candle about to die.
I couldn’t breathe properly.
My mother was upstairs…
Or whatever was wearing her voice.
The banging had stopped an hour ago.
But that silence was worse.
Because silence meant…
She was waiting.
Clara whispered:
“The seventh night doesn’t come with noise.”
“It comes with surrender.”
I swallowed hard.
“Tell me what to do.”
Clara looked at me, her eyes full of regret.
“We return the covenant.”
“To the first signer.”
“To your mother.”
My stomach twisted.
“You want me to confront her?”
Clara nodded slowly.
“If we don’t…”
Her voice cracked.
“You will disappear before morning.”
The candles suddenly flared.
The creature’s voice echoed from the shadows:
“Seven… complete…”
My chest tightened.
I grabbed the black cloth covering the shrine.
Under it…
A book.
Old.
Its pages were stained dark.
On the first page was one sentence:
“A mother’s blood begins the circle.”
My hands trembled.
Then—
Footsteps.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Coming down the stairs.
Clara’s breath caught.
“She’s coming.”

THE DOOR OPENED.
My mother stepped into the basement.
But…
It wasn’t my mother.
Her eyes were too dark.
Her smile too wide.
And her voice…
Was layered.
Like two voices speaking at once.
“Daniel…”
“My son…”
I backed away.
“Mum… what is this?”
She tilted her head.
Then she laughed softly.
“You finally saw.”
Clara stood up, trembling.
“You used him…”
My mother’s face turned cold.
“I gave birth to him.”
“I can offer him.”
My whole body went numb.
“No…”
Clara screamed:
“You sacrificed your own child?!”
My mother’s voice became sharp.
“You don’t understand poverty.”
“You don’t understand hunger.”
“I was a widow with nothing.”
“And then…”
She stepped closer.
“The Spirit offered me wealth.”
“One son in exchange for generations of comfort.”
My throat burned.
“So my whole life…”
“…was a countdown?”
She smiled.
“Yes.”
The creature behind her moved.
Its shadow crawled like smoke.
Clara whispered:
“Daniel… now!”
I looked down at the covenant book.
My hands shook violently.
“How do I return it?”
Clara shouted:
“Say her name.”
“Expose her.”
“The covenant survives in secrecy.”
My heart pounded.
I raised my voice.
“MOTHER…”
“What IS YOUR REAL NAME?”
For the first time…
Her smile faltered.
The candles flickered.
She froze.
Clara’s eyes widened.
“Daniel… she can’t hide if you call her truth!”
I screamed again:
“WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!”
Her lips trembled.
The creature hissed.
Then she whispered:
“…Amara.”
The moment the name left her mouth—
The entire basement shook.
The book opened by itself.
Pages flipping violently.
The creature roared:
“FIRST SIGNER REVEALED!”
Clara grabbed the book.
“NOW!”
I didn’t think.
I shouted with everything in me:
“AMARA STARTED THIS!”
“AMARA MUST END IT!”
My mother screamed.
“No!”
Her skin…
Cracked like dry clay.
The voice inside her fought to escape.
The creature lunged—
But it was too late.
The covenant was pulling back…
Like a rope snapping to its origin.
My mother’s eyes widened in terror.
“You ungrateful boy!”
“I SAVED YOU!”
I cried:
“You CURSED me!”
She reached for me—
But the shadows wrapped around her instead.
The creature’s voice became furious:
“YOU RETURNED THE DEAL…”
“TO THE ROOT…”
My mother screamed as the darkness swallowed her whole.
The candles exploded out.
Black smoke spiraled upward.
The shrine shattered.
And then—
Silence.
Complete silence.
Sunlight poured into the house.
Birds chirped.
The nightmare felt unreal.
Clara sat beside me, tears running down her face.
“It’s over…”
I stared at the empty space where my mother had stood.
My voice broke.
“My own mother…”
Clara whispered:
“She chose survival over love.”
I looked at Clara.
“And you?”
She flinched.
“I chose fear.”
I stood slowly.
Weak… but alive.
“The covenant is broken.”
Clara nodded.
“But freedom…”
“…comes with consequences.”
I stepped outside.
The air tasted new.
For the first time in my life…
I was not someone’s offering.
I was mine.

07/02/2026

Footsteps.
Slow.
Heavy.
My mother was upstairs, calling my name again.
“Daniel? Con ở đâu thế?”
Clara’s grip tightened around my wrist.
Her voice became a whisper of panic:
“Don’t let her come down…”
The creature behind her didn’t move.
It didn’t need to.
Its presence alone made the air feel poisoned.
Then it spoke again:
“Choose…”
The candles flickered violently.
My chest rose and fell like I was drowning.
I shook my head.
“No.”
Clara blinked.
“What?”
“I said no,” I repeated, louder this time.
“I’m not choosing anyone.”
The creature’s smile twitched.
“Then both…”
Clara suddenly screamed:
“STOP!”
Her voice cracked like thunder.
For the first time…
The creature paused.
It looked at her.
Clara stepped forward, shaking.
“You promised,” she cried.
“You promised one soul. Not two!”
The creature’s voice turned colder:
“Covenant… does not bend…”
My mother’s footsteps reached the hallway.
The basement door handle moved.
Clara’s face drained of color.
“Daniel…” she whispered.
“She’s opening it…”

I DID THE ONLY THING I COULD.
I ran.
Not away.
Toward the stairs.
I pushed past Clara.
I grabbed the door from inside and slammed it shut.
Then I locked it.
My mother’s voice came through immediately:
“Daniel? Why is this locked?”
My hands trembled.
“Mum… go back upstairs,” I begged.
“What is going on?” she demanded.
Clara screamed from behind me:
“DON’T LET HER IN!”
My mother fell silent.
Then, slowly:
“…Clara?”
I froze.
How did she know her voice?
My mother’s breathing changed.
“Daniel…” she said softly.
“Open the door.”
“No!”
Her voice became sharp.
“OPEN IT.”
Something was wrong.
That wasn’t the gentle voice of my mother anymore.
Clara’s eyes widened.
“She knows…”
I turned.
“What do you mean she knows?”
Clara swallowed.
Then whispered the words that shattered everything:
“Your mother… was the first one who signed the covenant.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
The creature’s voice rumbled like laughter:
“Circle… complete…”
I backed away.
“No… my mother would never…”
Clara’s tears fell.
“She didn’t tell you, Daniel.”
“She gave you to this… before you were even born.”
The door upstairs began banging violently.
Not my mother’s gentle knocking.
This was different.
The entire house shook.
My ears rang.
Then the voice came again—deeper, distorted:
“Daniel…”
“Come home…”
Clara grabbed my face, forcing me to look at her.
“Listen to me.”
“There is only one way to break it.”
My breath hitched.
“How?”
Clara pointed at the shrine.
“At midnight on the seventh night…”
“The covenant must be returned…”
“To the one who started it.”
My eyes widened.
“You mean…”
Clara nodded.
“Your mother.”

I stared at the locked door.
At the banging.
At the truth I never wanted.
And suddenly I understood:
I wasn’t trapped because of Clara.
I was trapped because of my bloodline.
And the seventh night…
Was coming.

06/02/2026

My legs couldn’t move.
The air in the basement was thick, like it was breathing.
Clara stood in front of me, blocking the stairs.
Behind her…
That thing.
Tall.
Black.
Its smile stretched too wide, like a wound.
I whispered, trembling:
“Clara… what is that?”
She exhaled slowly.
“It’s not what,” she corrected.
“It’s who.”
The creature tilted its head.
Then it spoke again, in a voice like stones grinding:
“Daniel… husband… sacrifice…”
My stomach dropped.
Sacrifice?
“No!” I shouted. “Clara, what have you done?!”
Her eyes flashed.
“What I had to do.”

SHE STEPPED CLOSER.
“You think I wanted this life?” she hissed.
“You think I wanted to marry you?”
Each word cut like a knife.
I felt my chest tighten.
“Then why did you?” I asked, broken.
Clara’s lips trembled.
Then she said something that made my blood freeze:
“Because you were chosen long before I met you.”

THE TRUTH BEGAN…
Clara sank onto a wooden stool beside the shrine.
Her voice became distant.
“When I was 19… my mother fell sick. We had no money. No family. No help.”
She swallowed hard.
“I prayed. I begged God. I went to churches… nothing worked.”
Then she laughed bitterly.
“Until one night… someone answered.”
The candles flickered.
The creature behind her moved slightly.
Clara continued:
“I heard a knock at midnight. I opened the door…”
Her eyes darkened.
“And it was him.”
She pointed at the creature.
“He offered me a deal.”
My throat went dry.
“A deal?” I whispered.
Clara nodded slowly.
“He said: Your mother will live… but in return, you will bring me a man. A husband. A soul.”
I staggered back.
“No…”
Clara’s voice cracked.
“I refused at first. I screamed. I ran.”
“But the next morning…”
She looked at me with tears.
“My mother was standing. Healthy.”
I felt sick.
“So you accepted,” I whispered.
Clara slammed her palm on the table.
“I didn’t want to!”
“But what choice did I have?!”
The creature leaned closer.
Its voice rumbled:
“Seven days… covenant… sealed…”

I SHOOK MY HEAD.
“So the seven days…”
Clara’s face went pale.
“Yes.”
“The moment we got married…”
“It started counting.”
My whole body trembled.
“So… I’m going to die?”
Clara whispered:
“On the seventh night…”
“He will take you.”
The creature smiled wider.

THEN I NOTICED SOMETHING…
On the shrine…
There were other photographs.
Other men.
Dozens.
All with the same words:
“SEVEN DAYS LEFT.”
I looked at Clara.
“How many… before me?”
Her lips parted.
She couldn’t answer.
That silence was the loudest thing I’d ever heard.

SUDDENLY—
Footsteps upstairs.
The front door opened.
A voice called out:
“Clara? Daniel?”
It was my mother.
My heart nearly exploded.
“What is she doing here?!”
Clara’s eyes widened in horror.
“No… no… not her…”
The creature turned its head slowly.
Its smile deepened.
“A new soul… entered…”
Clara grabbed my arm hard.
“Daniel,” she whispered urgently.
“If your mother comes down here…”
“She will never leave.”

I stared at the stairs.
My mother’s footsteps were coming closer.
And the creature whispered:
“Choose…”
“Your life…”
“Or hers…”

06/02/2026

My whole body turned cold.
Clara stood at the basement entrance like she had done it a thousand times before.
The black key trembled slightly in her fingers.
Inside the darkness, that voice whispered again…
“Finally… Daniel is ready.”
I nearly collapsed.
Ready for what?
I wanted to run back to the bedroom.
Pretend I never heard anything.
But my feet refused to move.
Clara stepped down the stairs slowly, as if she was descending into a place she belonged.
The basement door shut behind her with a dull THUD.
Silence.
Then…
A faint sound.
Chains.
Dragging.
My stomach twisted.
I pressed my ear closer to the door.
And that was when I heard Clara’s voice—soft, almost loving.
“Be patient,” she whispered.
“In seven nights, he will be ours.”
Seven nights?
My blood froze.
I stumbled backward.
Suddenly—
The basement door creaked.
I panicked and ran.
I dove back into bed, pulling the blanket over myself like a child.
Seconds later, Clara returned.
Her skin was colder.
Her eyes looked… wrong.
She lay beside me and whispered:
“Sleep well, Daniel.”
I didn’t sleep at all.

THE NEXT MORNING…
I confronted her at breakfast.
“Clara… what is in the basement?”
She didn’t even blink.
“There is no basement.”
I laughed nervously.
“I saw you open it.”
Her spoon stopped.
Slowly, she raised her eyes to mine.
“Daniel,” she said quietly,
“Do you want to die early?”
My throat tightened.
“What… did you just say?”
She smiled.
A smile I had never seen before.
“Curiosity kills husbands faster than poison.”
Then she stood up and walked away.
Leaving me shaking at the table.

THAT AFTERNOON…
I decided I needed proof.
So while Clara was out, I searched the house.
I checked every corner.
Every room.
Finally, I found it.
Behind an old bookshelf…
A hidden basement door.
My hands trembled as I pulled it open.
The smell hit me first.
Wet earth.
Rot.
Something ancient.
I stepped down.
One step…
Two steps…
Then I saw it.
The basement was not a basement.
It was a shrine.
Candles.
Bones.
Red cloth.
And in the center…
A photograph.
My photograph.
Pinned to the wall.
With the words written in black ink:
“SEVEN DAYS LEFT.”
I backed away, choking.
Then—
A voice behind me.
Soft.
Too close.
“Daniel…”
I turned.
And my heart stopped.
Clara was standing there.
But she wasn’t alone.
Something tall and black stood behind her…
Smiling.
Clara whispered:
“You weren’t supposed to see this.”
The creature leaned forward and said:
“Now… you can’t leave.”

06/02/2026

It all started the week my wife, Clara, insisted we move into the old family house.
The house was cheap. Too cheap.
But Clara smiled and said,
“Daniel, it’s a blessing. Don’t ask too many questions.”
At first, everything was normal.
Until my younger brother called one afternoon, his voice shaking.
“Bro… are you sure your wife is always home at night?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He swallowed hard.
“Because… someone that looks like Clara has been seen walking behind the abandoned church at midnight.”
My heart skipped.
That night, I told Clara.
She didn’t panic.
She only stared at me and said softly,
“People see what they want to see.”
Her calmness frightened me more than the rumor.
Then something else began.
Every midnight, exactly 12:00, Clara would disappear from our bed.
No sound.
No explanation.
And each morning, she would return smelling like… wet soil.
I tried to confront her.
She smiled.
“Daniel,” she whispered,
“Some doors should never be opened.”
But I was already suspicious.
So one night, I pretended to sleep.
At exactly 12 midnight sharp, I felt her rise slowly.
She leaned close to my ear and whispered:
“Good… he’s still asleep.”
My blood froze.
She walked out.
Barefoot, I followed her silently down the hallway.
Then I saw it.
Clara was standing in front of a door I had never noticed before.
A basement door…
With strange symbols carved into the wood.
She held a small black key in her hand.
And before opening it, she spoke into the darkness:
“Tonight… we take him.”
My knees went weak.
Take who?
Me?
Then the door creaked open.
And something inside whispered back:
“Finally… Daniel is ready.”
I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
Who was this woman I married?
What was waiting beneath our house?
And why did it know my name?
TO BE CONTINUED…

06/02/2026

That statement wasn't made during an argument.
No tears.
Don't get angry.
No threat.
It was just a very ordinary evening.
I was folding clothes. Lina sat on the bed, scrolling through her phone. The air was so quiet I could hear the air conditioner running at a steady hum.
I asked, in a very low voice:
"Lina... do you still love me?"
She didn't look up.
“Love?” she repeated, as if it were a foreign word.
I stood still, my heart beating slowly but heavily.
"I was just asking," I continued. "I feel like... I'm slowly disappearing."
Lina sighed and put down the phone. Finally, she looked at me.
That gaze—not cold, not angry—wasbored.
"Are you always this dramatic?"
I shook my head.
"I just want to know… if I still matter to you."
Lina looked at me for a long time.
Then she said that.
Very slow.
That's very clear.
"You don't need to be important."
"Just stay put."
Nothing collapsed in that moment.
No shattering sound.
It's just...Everything stopped..

I finished folding the shirt I was holding. I placed it on the bed. Neatly. As a final habit of someone who's used to doing everything right.
I sat down.
"Lina," I said, my voice surprisingly calm—so calm that even I was surprised.
"Do you know why I didn't argue?"
She shrugged.
"Because he lacks courage."
I nodded.
"Maybe."
Then I continued, for the first time.no apology:
"But also because I've just realized something."
She raised her eyebrows.
"I don't need you to live."
"I only need you"don't leave.”
Lina chuckled softly.
"Finally, you're getting a little smarter."
I stood up.
Don't tremble.
Not angry.
It's just very… empty.

I went into the room, opened the closet, and took out an old backpack. Not much in it. Just a few changes of clothes, some papers, and a wallet.
Lina looked at me, with a hint of wariness for the first time.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going," I replied.
She laughed—a familiar laugh.
"Bound?"
"Without you, how many days can I stay?"
I put my backpack on my shoulder.
He turned to look at her—without resentment, without bitterness.
"You might suffer," I said.
"You might get lost."
"But at least… he will"is someone.”
Lina remained silent.
For the first time in years, sheNo immediate answer.

I opened the door.
Before leaving, I paused, said one last thing—without looking at her:
"He didn't leave because he hated you."
"He left because if he stayed… he would die."
The door closed.

I stood still in the hallway for a while.
My heart was pounding. My hands trembled slightly.
Not because I'm afraid of Lina.
Because I just did thatnever dared to do it:
👉 Choose me.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring.
I don't know how I'll live my life.
But for the first time in a long time…
I able to breathe.

05/02/2026

It happened on a very ordinary morning.
No arguing.
No tears.
No new cruel words.
It was just a morning… too peaceful.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing my teeth as usual. The white light shone directly on my face, revealing familiar details—sparse stubble, dark circles under my eyes, tired corners of my mouth.
I stared for a long time.
Then I realized:
I don't know who the person in the mirror is.
Not in a philosophical sense.
But it's very real—very raw.
That person looksscared.
Shoulders drooped.
His eyes always seemed to be waiting for a judgment to fall upon them.
I touched my face.
The person in the mirror does the same thing.
But Inot feeling connected.

I remember clearly who I used to be.
Someone was speaking loudly.
A person who laughs easily.
A person with strong opinions—even if not perfect.
Now, every time I open my mouth, I have to ask myself:
What will Lina think?
Is she upset?
Was she silent?
And if the answer is likely to be "yes"...
I not speaking.

Lina walked into the bathroom behind me.
She didn't greet me. She didn't ask any questions.
She only saw me through the mirror.
That look—I'm used to it—but this morning it sent a chill down my spine.
"How long have you been staring at me like that?" she asked.
"Since then…" I replied softly.
She tilted her head.
"Do you know why I don't look at you the same way anymore?"
I swallowed hard.
"Because… I'm not good enough?"
Lina smiled very softly.
"Are not."
Because of himno longer anyone.”
That statementnot big.
But I feel like someone justTurn off the lights in your head..

I went to work that day like a zombie.
Sit in front of the computer.
Look at the screen.
I don't remember what I'm doing.
My colleagues asked me if I was okay.
I nodded.
I'm very good at nodding.

That evening, Lina texted:
"Come home early, okay? I don't like waiting."
I left work immediately, even though I hadn't finished my task.
In the car, I felt my heart racing—not because of love, but because...scared.
When I got home, Lina was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.
She didn't look up.
"What are you doing standing there?"
"Go change your clothes. Just looking at you is tiring me out."
I followed the instructions.
In the bedroom, I looked in the mirror again.
The man in thereno resistance.
Don't get angry.
No questions asked.
Just waiting to be told what to do next.

That night, Lina said something that made me realize I had almost completely disappeared.
She lay with her back to me, her voice even:
"Do you know what the best thing about you is?"
I remained silent.
"He has no ego."
"Whatever you want me to be… I will become that."
She paused for a second.
"Very easy to use."

I stared at the ceiling in the darkness.
A thought arose—clear, cold:
👉 If I were to disappear completely…
Will anyone notice?
That thoughtIt doesn't scare me..
And that's it…
That's what scares me the most.
TO BE CONTINUED…

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