The Witch Part 13
The beginning of the end begins here...
The Reckoning
Donatella returned home in the early dawn hours, just as the darkness was creeping away. She hummed a tune to herself as she stepped into and inside a darkness without light or sound. It was a darkness that plugged her ears and blinded her eyes, stole her sense of smell. She couldn’t feel the floor beneath her feet, or if there was anything beneath her feet at all except more darkness. In the blink of an eye she had been swallowed into a nothingness so complete that her rapidly escalating fear did not possess the ability to match the true dimensions of a horror that slowly sucked her into a state of being that her mind thought might be death, but her remaining consciousness recognized as something far worse. Reflexively she tried to scream for what felt like hours, to the point where her parched throat ached from the fruitless effort. Then she simply went silent and limp, waiting for an ending she assumed must be on its way.
That’s when she heard the voice, scratching inside her skull like a rat trying to eat its way out.
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