Blair Bathory

soft at first, so soft that I almost convinced myself it wasn't happening, but then I couldn't unhear it. It was like the words were sliding across my skin, brushing against the air around me, unintelligible, but close, too close. My heart picked up, thudding in my chest.

soft at first, so soft that I almost convinced myself it wasn't happening, but then I couldn't unhear it. It was like the words were sliding across my skin, brushing against the air around me, unintelligible, but close, too close. My heart picked up, thudding in my chest.

I wanted to ignore it, to chalk it up to the creaks and groans of the old building, but the feeling of being watched, it wouldn't go away." I told myself it was just her, talking to herself in her sleep. But the next night, it was worse. The chanting started again, rhythmic, almost hypnotic. I could hear the faint hum of it under my skin.

I wanted to ignore it, to chalk it up to the creaks and groans of the old building, but the feeling of being watched, it wouldn't go away." I told myself it was just her, talking to herself in her sleep. But the next night, it was worse. The chanting started again, rhythmic, almost hypnotic. I could hear the faint hum of it under my skin.

I wanted to ignore it, to chalk it up to the creaks and groans of the old building, but the feeling of being watched, it wouldn't go away." I told myself it was just her, talking to herself in her sleep. But the next night, it was worse. The chanting started again, rhythmic, almost hypnotic. I could hear the faint hum of it under my skin.

The air in the room felt thicker, like something unseen was pressing in on me from every corner, folding the space around me until there was no escape. The walls weren't still, they were alive. Watching. I couldn't breathe right. It wasn't just the heat of the night. It was something else. I tried to push it out of my mind. I tried to pretend everything was normal.

The air in the room felt thicker, like something unseen was pressing in on me from every corner, folding the space around me until there was no escape. The walls weren't still, they were alive. Watching. I couldn't breathe right. It wasn't just the heat of the night. It was something else. I tried to push it out of my mind. I tried to pretend everything was normal.

The air in the room felt thicker, like something unseen was pressing in on me from every corner, folding the space around me until there was no escape. The walls weren't still, they were alive. Watching. I couldn't breathe right. It wasn't just the heat of the night. It was something else. I tried to push it out of my mind. I tried to pretend everything was normal.

But one night, when I turned over in bed, I caught a glimpse of Clara's notebook lying open. The symbols on the pages were not just strange. They were shifting, barely, but not enough to make my stomach drop. The edges seemed to pulse, like they were breathing. I asked what it was, keeping my voice steady, even though my hands were suddenly clammy.

But one night, when I turned over in bed, I caught a glimpse of Clara's notebook lying open. The symbols on the pages were not just strange. They were shifting, barely, but not enough to make my stomach drop. The edges seemed to pulse, like they were breathing. I asked what it was, keeping my voice steady, even though my hands were suddenly clammy.

But one night, when I turned over in bed, I caught a glimpse of Clara's notebook lying open. The symbols on the pages were not just strange. They were shifting, barely, but not enough to make my stomach drop. The edges seemed to pulse, like they were breathing. I asked what it was, keeping my voice steady, even though my hands were suddenly clammy.

Clara didn't even flinch, just said it was a personal project. I don't know why, but something in me couldn't let it go. Maybe it was just curiosity, or maybe it was something darker, gnawing at me, telling me to know more. I started staying out later. I kept my distance, found new friends, tried to convince myself I didn't need to spend all my time with her.

Clara didn't even flinch, just said it was a personal project. I don't know why, but something in me couldn't let it go. Maybe it was just curiosity, or maybe it was something darker, gnawing at me, telling me to know more. I started staying out later. I kept my distance, found new friends, tried to convince myself I didn't need to spend all my time with her.

Clara didn't even flinch, just said it was a personal project. I don't know why, but something in me couldn't let it go. Maybe it was just curiosity, or maybe it was something darker, gnawing at me, telling me to know more. I started staying out later. I kept my distance, found new friends, tried to convince myself I didn't need to spend all my time with her.

But no matter how far I went, no matter how many different places I sought refuge, there was always something pulling me back. A force I couldn't shake. It wasn't just the room or her. It was something else, something that followed me. One night I returned, determined to grab my textbook and leave, but the second I opened the door, I felt it.

But no matter how far I went, no matter how many different places I sought refuge, there was always something pulling me back. A force I couldn't shake. It wasn't just the room or her. It was something else, something that followed me. One night I returned, determined to grab my textbook and leave, but the second I opened the door, I felt it.

But no matter how far I went, no matter how many different places I sought refuge, there was always something pulling me back. A force I couldn't shake. It wasn't just the room or her. It was something else, something that followed me. One night I returned, determined to grab my textbook and leave, but the second I opened the door, I felt it.

The air shifted heavy, thick, like the pressure in the room had doubled. I felt my skin tighten, my breath caught in my throat, like the room itself had its hands around me. Clara stood by the window, her back to me, so still she could have been a part of the wall. They like you, Lisa, she murmured, the words soft but pointed. A cold hand gripped my chest. Who?

The air shifted heavy, thick, like the pressure in the room had doubled. I felt my skin tighten, my breath caught in my throat, like the room itself had its hands around me. Clara stood by the window, her back to me, so still she could have been a part of the wall. They like you, Lisa, she murmured, the words soft but pointed. A cold hand gripped my chest. Who?

The air shifted heavy, thick, like the pressure in the room had doubled. I felt my skin tighten, my breath caught in my throat, like the room itself had its hands around me. Clara stood by the window, her back to me, so still she could have been a part of the wall. They like you, Lisa, she murmured, the words soft but pointed. A cold hand gripped my chest. Who?