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Soul Survivor: Building Hope From Hell

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 383    |    Released on: 26/06/2025

he memory of the last. The last time, the smoke

began. I managed to craft a "Gris-Gris" bag for my deceased grandmother's spirit, a desperate act of remembrance.

Ethan. I brought them into my sanctuary, sharing my meticulously gathered

me by pushin

sh from my arm. I screamed for them to open the door, but they just watched through the sh

od like a dog while they feasted on my supplies. They laughed and pos

needed their tech, their laptops and phones, from the mansion. He said it was th

s to retrieve their stupid gadgets. I returned, ba

allowed Space. Maria held me down while Ethan explai

with a sick excitement, "It can strengthen the

n, my blood, to fortify their stolen sanctuary. My final mo

rn. And this time, I

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“The air around me reeked of gasoline, a sharp tang that somehow mixed with the familiar scent of ancient leather from my family' s priceless library. My phone buzzed, Maria's name flashing on the screen, but I ignored it, focused on the tiny, dancing flame of the lighter in my hand. Then came her text: "Jocelyn, what the HELL are you doing?! The staff is freaking out! They said you have gasoline! Are you insane? I'm calling the police to have you committed!" Insane. That' s what they' d label me. A cold smile touched my lips. Let them. They had no idea what was coming. Seven days from now, "The Veiling" would tear our world apart, merging it with a nightmarish spirit realm. I knew this because I had already lived through it. And died in it. The last time, I was naive, trusting my best friend, Maria, and my boyfriend, Ethan. I shared my meticulously prepared sanctuary, gave them everything. They rewarded me by pushing me outside to a monster. They feasted on my supplies, while I, disfigured and broken, became their pet. Then, they tortured me, sacrificing my very life force to empower their stolen haven, watching with triumphant glee as my world went dark. I died believing I was utterly alone, used, and discarded. I died wondering how those I trusted most could become such monsters. But I came back. Reborn. And this time, I remembered everything. This time, their twisted game was just the first step in my ultimate revenge.”
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