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My name is James, the world can be a beautiful place aswell as a cruel place to those who sees it as black and white.
September 19 i was walking down a alley it was a beautiful evening calm breeze there was something about tonight it seemed sinister, as the clocked towered above my head seconds surpassing into minutes i heard my name being called, i was waiting for this moment, no one believed me all along, i have been trying to convince things exist.
I heard it, a voice barely a whisper.
"James…"
The sound was cold, each syllable dripping with an eerie, otherworldly chill that sent shivers down my spine. It echoed off the walls, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once.
"James… come closer…"
It was a voice that seemed to claw its way out of the shadows, curling around my ears like a serpent. There was something malevolent in its tone, something ancient and knowing, as if it had been waiting for this moment for centuries. My name, once familiar and comforting, now felt like a curse.
"James…"
The voice grew louder, more insistent, each repetition a command that pulled me toward the darkness. I could feel an unseen presence closing in, the air thickening with a sense of dread. My instincts screamed at me to run, but my legs were rooted to the spot, paralyzed by fear.
"James… come to me…"
The voice was inescapable, relentless, a sinister whisper that promised no escape. It was a call that demanded an answer, a darkness that beckoned with the allure of the unknown.
The "unknown", everyone was calling me crazy for. There it is this day has finally come, my silence made me invisible to others and a mute to my own reflection until tonight as i glanced up into the alleyway whuch stretched before me, a narrow corridor of shadows and whispers. From its depths, a pair of eyes emerged – black as the void, gleaming with a malevolent intensity. They stared down at me, unblinking and cold, as if they could see through my very soul.
The darkness seemed to gather around them, drawn to their sinister allure, and a chill crept up my spine. Those eyes, so devoid of warmth, promised nothing but despair and dread.
"Finally we meet." Said the sinister deep voice as the eyes of this unknown mysterious dark figure came closer.
"Was this a deception in my imagination?, am i going crazy, have i finally lost it?"