Chapter 40: Script Of The Unknown

Just then, Kate whispered, "Ophelia, look at the wall." Her voice was barely audible, trembling with an urgency that sent a shiver down Ophelia's spine, as she switched on the back camera of her phone. Ophelia's heart raced, her breath hitching as the screen flickered to life, revealing the off-white wall opposite the bed. The air grew heavy with dread, an unsettling tension wrapping around them.

At first, the wall seemed innocuous, just a blank canvas. But as Kate turned the camera toward it, Ophelia gasped. Words began to emerge, scrawled one by one in a ghostly script, as if an unseen hand was writing them in real time. Ophelia's heart raced, her pulse quickening as she read aloud, "No one can save you from me." “Oh my God, Kate!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear. The air around them crackled with a chilling energy, thickening with dread.

Kate’s eyes widened in horror, her hand shaking slightly as she held the camera steady. "What the hell is happening?" she whispered, her breath hitching. Ophelia continued to read, her voice wavering, "Do you think she can save you? Nah... She can never save you." With each line, the weight of the words pressed heavily on her chest, sending shivers down her spine.

“Ophelia, what does this mean?” Kate asked, her voice shaking, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she looked between the wall and Ophelia, her eyes wide with horror. "This can’t be real!"

“I don’t know, but it feels like it’s talking directly to us,” Ophelia replied, her voice shaking as she tried to keep her composure. Kate stepped closer, her fingers trembling around her phone. "It’s like... it knows us," she said, her voice thick with disbelief. "How is this even possible?"

A knot twisted in Ophelia’s stomach as she read the chilling words aloud, "You will die, and before you, she will die from whom you are seeking help." The final line hit her like a sledgehammer, the weight of it pressing down on her chest like an iron shroud. Doubt and fear burrowed deep within her, sending icy tendrils creeping through her mind. Was this real? Was something truly sinister lurking just out of sight?

“Kate, what does this mean?” Ophelia’s voice trembled as she glanced at the camera screen, her own wide eyes reflecting the horror she felt. She turned her gaze to Kate, whose face had gone pale, eyes darting in panic.

“Ophelia, I don’t know what’s going on!” Kate’s voice broke, desperation lacing her words as tears spilled down her cheeks, glimmering like shards of glass in the dim light. Her hands trembled, clutching her phone tightly as if it were a lifeline. “Please, just tell me what to do!”

Kate opened her mouth to reply, but the words died on her lips as Ophelia’s gaze snapped to the mirror attached to the wall. It was then that she saw it—a goat-headed figure, its eyes glinting with malice, staring back at her. The phone slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a soft thud as dread wrapped around her throat like a vice.

"Have you seen it?" Kate's voice shattered the silence, trembling with fear. "The words are appearing and disappearing on the wall with no one around. Do you believe me now, after seeing it with your own eyes?" she asked Ophelia, her breath rushing quickly as panic took hold.

"Kate, who’s in your room?" Ophelia’s voice quaked as she picked up her phone, her hands trembling.

"No one," Kate said, her gaze flitting nervously around the room. "Then whose reflection is that in the mirror?" Ophelia shot back, her voice sharp with panic. Kate rushed over, peering into the dressing table mirror, only to find her own wide-eyed face staring back.

"There is no one," she said, incredulous, her heartbeat racing as she turned back to Ophelia, who was now ghostly pale.

"Kate, there's a goat-headed figure in the mirror! It’s staring at me!" Ophelia's voice was thick with terror, the weight of her words pressing heavily on Kate’s mind.

"What do you mean?" Kate demanded, her eyes darting between Ophelia and the mirror, searching for what her friend had described.

Without knowing it, Kate’s phone continued recording, capturing the horrific sight for Ophelia to witness. As she glanced back at the mirror, the goat-headed creature appeared again, its ghastly snarl echoing through the room like a sinister laugh.

Kate stumbled backward, colliding with the bed, panic etched across her features. "It’s gone," Ophelia gasped, trying to steady her breathing, her mind racing to comprehend the horror they faced.

"You saw it," Kate whispered, her voice shaking. "Now you can’t deny it. You can’t just chalk this up to my stressed-out mind playing tricks."

"Yes, I saw it," Ophelia replied, shuddering. "But think about it: the monster appeared to you first, then it showed itself to me while I was on the phone. It’s like it’s toying with us, sending a warning." "I don’t understand any of this," Kate murmured, her eyes wide with fear, "but one thing is clear: this thing is relentless. It seems to haunt me whenever I’m in this house... I feel it lurking, like it’s watching."

"Kate, the monster said it would kill me before you. Why would it say that?" Ophelia’s voice was almost a whisper, heavy with dread.