Nash trudged wearily through the front door his exhaustion evident in every step. He had worked tirelessly for what felt like an eternity pouring every ounce of energy into his labor. And for what? A measly $3000.
As he made his way down the street his eyes scanned the familiar sights of his neighborhood. The corner store the park where he used to play as a kid the old oak tree that seemed to stretch up to the sky. It was all so mundane, so routine.
But then something caught his eye. A poster plastered on the side of a building, seemed to leap out at him. "Earn $2500 in just 4 days!" it screamed. Nash's heart skipped a beat as he ripped the poster from the wall, his mind racing with the possibilities.
He hurried home the poster clutched tightly in his fist. Unlocking the door he stepped inside and made his way to the small locker in the corner of the room. He opened it revealing a paltry $500. It was all he had the sum total of his meager savings.
But it was enough. Nash knew that if he could just scrape together a little more he could take advantage of the opportunity that had presented itself. He spent the rest of the evening poring over the poster his mind racing with the possibilities.
Wyar enter school. Today is holiday so school is off He had been searching for answers for what felt like an eternity and he hoped that this place might hold some clues. As he walked towards the entrance he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something about this place seemed off.
He pushed open the door and stepped inside his eyes scanning the empty hallways. The school was quiet the only sound being the creaking of the old building. Wyar made his way to Mawar's classroom his heart pounding in his chest.
As he entered the room he was hit with a wave of images. This was where Mawar used to teach where she used to inspire young minds. Wyar's eyes wandered around the room taking in the familiar sights. He saw the old chalkboard the worn-out desks and the faded posters on the walls.
But as he looked around he noticed something that made his blood run cold. A student a young boy with a look of intense focus on his face was sitting at a desk drawing something. Wyar's eyes were drawn to the boy's paper and what he saw made his heart skip a beat.
The boy was drawing a picture of a woman, a woman who looked uncannily like Mawar. But it was not just the resemblance that sent shivers down Wyar's spine. It was the way the woman was depicted with a look of terror on her face and a dark three ominous figure looming in the background.
Wyar felt a surge of adrenaline as he approached the boy. his voice low and even
he asked :What are you drawing little boy?
The boy looked up at Wyar his eyes wide with fear. But he didn't say a word. He just stared at Wyar his pencil frozen in mid-air.
Wyar's eyes locked onto the boy's and he felt a sense of unease wash over him. There was something about this boy something that didn't quite add up.
his voice firm but controlled
he asked:Who told you to draw this?
The boy still didn't respond. He just kept staring at Wyar his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and fascination
The boy's eyes darted back and forth, as if he was searching for an escape. But then suddenly he spoke: I just draw a picture
Wyar's eyes narrowed. He didn't believe the boy. There was something he was hiding something that Wyar was determined to uncover.
He asked: what is your name little boy
Boy said : my name is skye
boy's eyes darted towards the blackboard a look of sheer terror crossed his face. He let out a blood-curdling scream and turned on his heels sprinting out of the classroom like his life depended on it. Wyar caught off guard gave chase his long strides eating up the distance between them.
But the boy was fast his small legs pumping furiously as he tore down the hallway. Wyar gained on him his heart pounding in his chest but the boy suddenly ducked into a side door disappearing from view. Wyar skidded to a stop his eyes scanning the area frantically but the boy was nowhere to be seen.
Just as Wyar was about to give up he spotted the boy's dark hair bobbing up and down as he ran across the playground. Wyar took off after him his feet pounding the pavement. The boy darted between the swings and slides using his agility to evade Wyar's grasp.
Finally the boy reached the safety of his front door bursting through it like a wild animal. Wyar was hot on his heels but he was too late. The boy slammed the door shut behind him leaving Wyar standing on the porch panting and frustrated. Wyar's eyes narrowed his mind racing with questions.
The next day
Nash set out for the address listed on the poster. He arrived early his heart pounding with excitement. What would he be doing? Would it be hard labor? Would he be able to hack it?
As it turned out the work was grueling. Nash was tasked with manual labor hauling heavy loads and working in the blistering sun. He toiled for hours, his body screaming in protest.
But he refused to give up. Nash worked tirelessly driven by the promise of that $2500. He barely slept his mind racing with thoughts of the money and what it could mean for him and his wife, Paz.Nash's exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him but he recalled the boy's ominous threat: " i Viral your wife edit photo " The words reignited his determination. He gritted his teeth and worked harder fueled by a fierce protectiveness for Paz and their unborn child.
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