This story is an odd mixture of fiction and reality.
A blend of my sorrow that morphed into horror.
All the places and characters are fictional and any relation to reality or existing work is pure coincidence. Some snippets in this story was inspired by true events—although greatly dramatized—and that truth belongs to no one but me.
Writing is a hobby. I write solely for enjoyment with no delusions of grandeur. Please forgive any grammatical errors still lurking about—do point them out. Naturally, my writing and editing skills have their limits as English is not my native language.
There is a level of drive and determination in this world that is toxic. When the expectation to be perfect is beyond reach most will falter, some will push harder, and a select few will push themselves over the edge in pursuit.
Madison was a ballerina, the epitome of elegance but she was not perfect. Her tenacity and tolerance for the discomforts caused by grueling hours of practice finally broke her. She had a taste of her dreams, but it was ripped away in one dreadful night—she was never to dance again after the accident.
Crippled by loss and consumed by anger, Madison clung to what little pride she had left—she chose to fight her inner demons on her own.
With nothing but time and dark thoughts a new interest took hold. She became dangerously obsessed with the paranormal. She was warned not to play with fire.
She didn't listen.
Her dark curiosity led her to open doors that were best kept shut.
Misery loves company.
She had a new appreciation for the, seemingly innocent, statement.
Misery loves company and she, unknowingly, invited them in. There was only so much negative energy one person could hide before something more sinister come to feast.
They whispered promises of restoring her ability to dance—all they wanted in return was blood.
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There is a level of drive and determination in this world that is toxic. When the expectation to be perfect is beyond reach most will falter, some will push harder, and a select few will push themselves over the edge in pursuit. Madison was a balle...