𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Carrie couldn't believe her eyes as she stood in the desolate town of Chamberlain. It was like stepping into a haunting dream, where time had stood still.

The cracked roads and demolished buildings painted a picture of devastation, as if the town had been frozen in a moment of chaos. The eerie fog that enveloped the streets only added to the surreal atmosphere. But what truly shook Carrie to her core was the sight of her own grave, alongside her mother's. It was a chilling reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded years ago. As she gazed at the tombstones, Carrie couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"This couldn't be real," she thought.

It had to be a dream, a twisted figment of her imagination. Yet, deep down, a small part of her wondered if there was more to this than just a mere dream.

Carrie took a hesitant step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out to touch the cold, weathered stone of her own grave, half-expecting it to crumble beneath her fingertips. But it remained solid, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had befallen her and her mother all those years ago.

As she stood there, a gust of wind blew through the desolate town, causing the fog to swirl around her. It whispered eerie secrets in her ear, as if the town itself was trying to communicate with her. Carrie shivered, her mind racing with questions. How was this possible? How could she be standing in a town that had been destroyed years ago? And why were her and her mother's graves here, as if they were waiting for her return?

A sense of unease settled deep within Carrie's bones, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She turned around, her eyes scanning the dilapidated buildings that lined the streets. Shadows danced in the corners of her vision, and she couldn't help but feel a presence lurking in the darkness.

Suddenly, a cold grip wrapped around her hand, causing her to gasp in horror. The touch was rotten, thinning, and decaying, sending a wave of revulsion through her body. Her eyes widened in terror as a hand burst from the ground, mere inches away from her mother's grave. Carrie's heart pounded in her chest as she desperately tried to free herself from the grasp, but it only tightened its hold.

With a sickening squelch, a head emerged from the earth, revealing a decaying female face framed by thinning auburn hair. The corpse wore a tattered white nightgown, stained with blood and torn at the chest, with a crucifix hanging around her neck. It was her mother, but she was no longer the woman Carrie had known. Her once vibrant green eyes were now hollow and lifeless, replaced by two small blue dots of eerie light.

Fear consumed Carrie as she struggled to break free, her mother's withering hand refusing to release its grip. The words that escaped her mother's decaying lips sent a chill down her spine, echoing in the darkness.

"I should have killed you when you were born," her mother groaned, her voice filled with malice and regret.

Carrie's body jolted upright, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, mingling with the tears that streamed down her face. It took her a moment to realize that it was just a nightmare, a horrifying figment of her imagination. But the terror still lingered, refusing to dissipate.

She glanced around the room, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Carrie's heart continued to race, the remnants of her dream haunting her every thought. The image of her mother, twisted and decayed, was etched into her mind.

As she wiped away the tears, Carrie couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that clung to her like a second skin. The dream had felt so real, so vivid. The touch of her mother's hand, cold and rotten, still lingered on her skin. It was as if the nightmare had seeped into her reality, blurring the lines between the two.