Echoes of the Unseen

than any physical wound. Elizabeth slowly walked into the small house she grew up in, her childhood room flashed in her mind, a small, c

ged. Her father wasn't just crazy, he was a mad scientist, obsessed with his twisted experiments. To him, Elizabeth an

had tried to protect them, but she was no match for him. Elizabeth had always taken it upon herself to s

ng, not just for herself, but for Philomena. Elizabeth clenched the piece of paper with the address in he

ather hit her. She made her way to their old room and pushed the door open. The stale, dusty air greeted her like an unwelcome reminder of how long it had been. Elizabeth paused i

ter echoing in the room. Happy memories surfaced: the two of them whispering secr

en floor. She walked to Philomena's bed, bare now, with no sheets, just a cold metal frame. Sitti

to feel a glimmer of warmth, holding on to the happier moments they had shared. But the we

t her long dark hair was obstructing as she bent to pick it up. She tucked her hair behind her ears and then felt a budge she hadn't noticed until now. Elizab

wards the mirror opposite her to a g

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e hurried towards the bag and carried it to the trap door under her own bed. This was the door to their

locked the door, and hid the key in her pocket. S

g the kitchen drawers to find a knife. She opened the last drawer and found a pocket k

ain shot through her neck. Blood running through her hands and her ear downwards, staining the black ta

ght out the little device implanted in her. Blood trickled down her f

s sharp, but it was nothing compared to the fear gnawing at her. "T

ort again, but for now, running was her only option. She sprinted through the overgrown backyard and into the maze-li

omach twisted when she heard the unmistakable screech of c

drenaline coursed through her veins as she darted down winding alleys an

ity. For the first time, she was truly running for her life, and s

each step. Her heart pounded furiously, and her pace faltered. She didn't know how much

ze. Relief flooded her, but she didn't stop. She kept running until she found herself at the back of a barn. Li

r's men were closing in. Panic surged through her veins as sh

gth beneath his age. His coveralls were neat, and though a few white hairs peeked out from under his hat, he didn't look as worn

straight into his arms, collapsing against him. The man

ice barely audible, before her body w