Shocking END: forever…..
Lena’s world was built on routine, a quiet rhythm that kept her grounded, made her feel safe. Every day followed the same predictable script: wake up at 6:30 AM, have her coffee, drive to work, and return home in the evening to a quiet, empty apartment. It was always just her and the city’s distant hum, like a low murmur outside her window. For a while, this solitude seemed comfortable. But over time, it became unsettling.
It wasn’t that Lena disliked being alone; she had always enjoyed her personal space. But recently, something had started to gnaw at her. There was a feeling, deep in her bones, that something wasn’t right. Something that couldn’t be pinned down but that lingered, just out of reach.
It started with small things: misplaced keys that would appear in spots she knew she hadn’t left them. A strange reflection in her bathroom mirror, like a shadow moving when the room was otherwise still. The sounds in her apartment the creak of the floorboards at night, the soft, almost imperceptible tap of fingers against glass.
Her friends had noticed the change too. At dinner one evening, as she absentmindedly stirred her pasta, Sarah, her best friend, asked, “Lena, you okay? You’ve been a little off lately.”
Lena hesitated. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”
But deep down, she wasn’t fine. And as days passed, her unease only grew.
One evening, Lena was sitting on her couch, the flickering light of the television reflecting off the walls. She had been reading the same page of her book for an hour, her mind far from the words. That’s when she heard it the sound of breathing. At first, she thought it was just the old pipes, but then she realized that the air felt too still. She froze. The sound wasn’t coming from the TV or the apartment walls; it was coming from behind her.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she slowly turned her head, expecting to see nothing, the familiar stillness of her apartment. But there, in the corner, just out of sight, stood a figure. The silhouette was barely visible in the dim light, yet the sense of wrongness it exuded was overwhelming.
“Who’s there?” Lena’s voice shook.
The figure didn’t respond, but its presence grew more distinct, more real. It was a man, or at least a shape of a man, but the details were wrong. He was too still, too silent. His features were blurred, as though he were made of smoke. She blinked rapidly, certain her eyes were playing tricks on her.
But when she looked again, he was closer, standing near the couch, inches from her. The sound of his breathing grew louder, and it was no longer human. It was unnatural, mechanical.
Lena stood, her breath catching in her throat, her legs trembling. “What do you want?” she demanded, her voice breaking.
He didn’t answer. He just watched her with those dark, empty eyes. Lena felt a chill seep into her bones as she backed away from him, her hand reaching for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found.
Panic set in. She turned to run, but when she did, her foot caught on something something she didn’t remember being there. She looked down to see her phone lying on the floor, screen cracked. She bent to pick it up, but as she did, a voicea voice that didn’t sound like her ownspoke to her, clear as day.
“You’re not alone anymore.”
Lena’s heart dropped. She couldn’t breathe. The voice was in her head. It wasn’t a memory or a dream; it was real. The sound of breathing behind her returned, this time more insistent, more menacing. She turned around, and the figure had moved closer, impossibly close now.
“Who are you?” Lena gasped, taking a step back.
The figure stepped forward, and suddenly, Lena’s apartment seemed to distort around her. The walls closed in, the furniture warped. The familiar, comforting space she had called home felt alien now, as though it were a place she could never escape.
“Time is running out, Lena,” the voice whispered, so close she could feel its breath. “You have been here before.”
“Here before?” she repeated, her mind spinning. “What do you mean? What do you want from me?”
A low laugh reverberated through the room. “Not what I want, Lena. What you want.”
She staggered back, her mind trying to process the surreal situation. “What are you talking about?” she demanded.
“You’ve been living the same life for years, Lena. Running in circles, thinking you’re safe, thinking you have control.” The figure’s voice grew colder. “You wanted this. You wanted to feel something, didn’t you? Now you’ve opened the door, and you can never go back.”
Lena’s vision blurred, and a sickening realization washed over her. She had wanted this. She had craved the unknown, the excitement, the thrill of something—anything—breaking the monotony of her life. But now, in the face of the darkness that stood before her, she realized she had made a terrible mistake.
“You can’t escape,” the figure said, its voice now rising in a crescendo. “This is forever. You’re mine now.”
Lena’s knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor, the weight of the revelation crushing her chest. The apartment was no longer her home; it was a trap. A prison. The figure reached out, its hand cold as ice, and as it touched her, Lena screamed.
But it wasn’t a scream of fear. It was the scream of someone who had been trapped for too long, someone who knew they could never escape. It was the scream of someone who understood, in the depths of their soul, that the end had already come.
And then… everything went dark.The Shocking END
When Lena awoke, she was back in her apartment, the soft hum of the city outside the window. The clock on the wall ticked away, marking the same time it had before—the time she had always known.
But this time, there was no relief. No feeling of safety.
She was no longer alone.
Standing at the door of her apartment was the figure. The figure she had seen before.
It smiled at her.
And for the first time, Lena understood.
She was stuck. Trapped. And this time, forever.
