Chapter Four – The Memory That Wasn't Hers
Lina opened her eyes.
But... it wasn’t her room.
And it wasn’t the same darkness.
She stood in an old, dusty hallway.
The walls were lined with faded photographs —
blurred faces, smiles scratched out.
At the end of the hallway,
a door stood half-open,
flickering with a white light,
like an old television screen.
She took one step.
The floor creaked loudly beneath her.
Suddenly, a voice echoed inside her head:
“This isn’t your memory.”
She turned around—
no one was there.
But her feet kept moving,
as if her body remembered this place
better than her mind did.
She reached the door,
placed her hand on the cold doorknob.
Then, the photographs on the walls began to whisper:
“Why did you come back?”
She pushed the door slowly...
And standing inside…
was herself.
But older.
Wearing black.
And crying.
Lina stepped closer to the glass door.
The breath on the other side fogged it slightly…
like someone — or something — was standing inches away.
She leaned in.
A hand slammed against the other side.
Lina jumped back, heart racing.
The hand was hers.
But twisted.
Burned.
Covered in ink-black veins pulsing like they were alive.
Then it moved — not toward her,
but drawing something on the glass from inside.
A word.
Backwards.
She read it aloud:
“TRUTH.”
The door creaked open on its own.
No wind. No sound.
Just… darkness.
Something whispered:
> “You’ve already stepped too far.”
Lina felt her feet move again.
Not by choice.
She entered the room beyond the glass.
And behind her… the door disappeared.
There was no sound.
No echo.
No light.
Just blackness that seemed to stretch forever.
Lina walked forward, though she couldn’t feel the ground.
It was like walking on air… or inside a dream.
Suddenly, whispers started.
Soft. Endless.
Too many voices to count.
They said her name.
Over and over.
“Lina… Lina… Lina…”
She covered her ears, but the voices were inside her mind now.
Then, out of nowhere —
**light**.
A spotlight from above lit a single chair.
Someone was sitting in it.
Lina’s breath caught.
It was… **her mother.**
But not the same.
She was younger. Pale. Still.
Her eyes stared straight ahead.
Not blinking.
Lina ran to her, calling,
“Mom! Mom, are you okay?!”
Her mother slowly turned her head.
And said…
> “You weren’t supposed to remember.”
The whispers stopped.
The light faded.
And everything went black again.
There was no sound.
No echo.
No light.
Just blackness that stretched endlessly.
Lina walked forward, though she couldn’t feel the ground.
It felt like walking on air… or inside a dream.
Suddenly, whispers began.
Soft. Constant.
Too many voices to count.
They whispered her name.
Again and again.
“Lina… Lina… Lina…”
She covered her ears, but the voices were inside her head.
Then, out of nowhere —
light.
A spotlight from above lit a single chair.
Someone sat in it.
Lina gasped.
It was… her mother.
But different.
Younger. Pale. Frozen in place.
Her eyes stared forward.
Unblinking.
Lina ran to her, shouting,
“Mom! Mom, are you okay?!”
Her mother slowly turned her head.
And whispered:
“You weren’t supposed to remember.”
The whispers stopped.
The light disappeared.
And everything went black again.
You weren't supposed to remember."
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Memory Not Found :404
Mystery / ThrillerA girl is searching for memories .... For the truth.. She looks deep into what's left in her mind -- But something happens she never expected. Now the truth is hiding .... and watching her .
