Nikolai
We are only haunted by the things we refuse to accept
-Bridgett Devoue
Sam's story sent a shiver down Nikolai's spine. The unanswered questions and their implications doing more to scare him then anything else. "Jeez, that's horrible." He finally said, shoulders hunching a little bit subconsciously. Mabel's quick escape pulled him out of his thoughts and had him eyeing her retreating back with slight concern. -Bridgett Devoue
But he imagined she'd rather be alone, so instead he cleared his throat. "My turn I guess. Ah... got one."
"There was a man who lived alone in an old house. He had an ordinary, boring life and spent most of his time working. And when we got home he'd often just go to bed and do it all over again the next day." Nikolai set the stage, dragging his words out in a lazy manner.
His tone shifted, taking on a hushed urgency. "But there was something wrong with the house. Every day, even when he wasn't home, the neighbors said that they could hear knocking. It was considered haunted. One day the knocking was so bad it woke the man up from his sleep. Jumping out of bed, he searched and finally found the source of the knocking."
Nikolai's voice dropped. "It was coming from the mirror. And as the man walked over to it, the imprint of a palm appeared, pressing on the glass from the inside. The man watched with wide eyes as the hand became a fist and began to knock." He paused, to drag out the scene. "And do you know what the man said? He yelled, 'Stop it! No matter how many times you try to escape, I'm not letting you out! This is my body now.'" He leaned back in his chair, done with his story.
Resilience is born even when we feel like we are dying
-Alex Elle
-Alex Elle
