I'm Mary Sanchez, I live in a remote village in the Eastern part of my country, struggling to survive with my single mom, had to quit middle school, cause I can't deal with my books anymore ,mom suggested that I consider a career in fashion and design, but really its not my thing.

lt wasn't quite long after we moved in, everything seems to be moving fast, my mom, a devoted christain, dedicated most of her time in the duties of the church, she hates that am repulsive when it comes to religion.

I'm left alone, when she's off to work, for the past weeks home alone,I grew to realize that I wasn't just alone , there are mysteries to unfold. First it came with nightmares, now I can't deal with the whispers. Mom, never told me why she has crucifix pivoted particularly to the door that leads to the darkroom, being optimistic,I believed it to be one of her religious idealogy, but she was clear with one thing ,""DON'T go to DARKROOM.


Saturday night, just as I was about to retire to bed,I heard someone calling out my name, in a faint tone,the stillness of the air grew quite oppressive,

""Maaryyy, come play with me"".

""Mom is that you?
l dropped my duvet, stood still, and listened attententively, I convinced myself it was nothing then went back to bed and layed. seconds later, something came banging on the door, I rose, anxiously now I could hear my heart skipping heavily, i stretched my hands to the table for my searchlight.

"who's there?
"mom"?

having realized, the sound was coming from the dark room, I went ahead.
I heard footsteps approaching the door, my throat began to tingle, my legs cold,and my eyes flickering.
the room was empty, except for an old picture and a small furniture, i walked slowly, counting my steps till I reach the end of then room.

"there's nothing here, I should probably go check on mom"

as I was about leaving,the door slammed heavily at my face, which startled me, then a creepy little girl crawled out of window like she has been there the whole time, she grabbed my limbs, tearing through my skin,
" come play with me," she keeps saying.
l let out a loud scream, but no one could hear not even my mom.



To be CONTINUED........
love you all

Peace Clare