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Okay,I can explainEnter slowly like someone stepping into a dark room, waiting for their eyes to adjust.

Allow yourself to get lost a little. the nightmare of Elara begins.Elara Eaton was a well known and respected doctor famous acros Toronto.

she woke with a strange heaviness in her chest as if someone else had been inside her body during the night.

while getting ready she noticed a letter on her work desk.On the paper it said: “Good morning, dear”

A cold shiver ran through her spine. She tried to laugh it off convincing herself that maybe the housemaid had dropped it there by mistake

She went downstairs for breakfast. “Good morning, Miss Eaton. How did you sleep” the housemaid asked. “Not good Ophelia…

The nightmares are getting worse.” “I think you should take a few days off miss. You seem very stressed.”

“I’ll think about it, thank you,” Elara answered.Right after Elara got to the hospital two men were brought in, both in terrible condition

One was unconscious, the other covered in deep wounds.The report said they had been found in ahotel room and the police were already

investigating .later Elara returned home that evening

She stepped into the living room, that's when she saw the journal she had left in her bedroom

sitting on top of her work desk open as if someone had read it. “Ophelia!” she screamed. “Did you touch my journal?” “No, Miss Eaton.

“What's happening? I can’t remember. I know I didn’t leave it here…” Elara’s mind spun.

She swallowed hard. Her chest feeling heavier than ever. “What is happening to me?”And in the shadow… someone was watching.

“W… wh…who are you?” Luna Sinclair was the quiet one, obedient, soft spoken and almost invisible.

She liked to sit bythe river at night speaking to no one. She had no friends, though she found the word “friends”silly anyway.

What would it be like to forgetsomething you don’t even remember?she saidSomeone whispered behind herI will set your mind free

Who's there” But no one answered.She looked at the dark water. When she went home she wrote in her journal: “I’m not alone at the river.

They always sit with me, the faces… the faces make everything creepier.” “Good morning, dear”

She read the words aloud and a shiver ran down her spine. “I didn't write this… did I”

When she turned the page there it was again: “Good morning dear.” Two messages. The same words, one on paper and one in her journal.

Her heart pounded. She put the journal away and climbed into bed. “Who wrote you” she wondered.

Bellatrix Stone was the opposite of Luna, she was the devil in heels. Dangerous, toxic, reckless.

Every morning after a night of disaster she sat in a café calmly watching the news report another

murder that terrified the city.

Bellatrix would smirk, finish her coffee and leave a generous tip before walking out as if theworld didn’t know the monster

is sitting right among them. Her phone buzzed. A message appeared:

“They notice you too much, keep moving, keep them guessing.” Bellatrix smirked.She stood and left she already knew the real danger wasn’t

there, it was waiting, but where?Luna could not sleep. She did not even try..You are still awake sweetheart?

Luna’s breath caught and her eyes snapped open."Bellatrix she whispered .Hard to sleep when your head will not shut up Bellatrix replied.

Not that it is my poetry you are writing. I do not deal in rivers and grief. If it were me you would know.My messages are not subtle

Luna swallowed. “Did you write it then” Bellatrix let out a soft chuckle.If I had written something you would have felt it.

I leave echoes not metaphors.The air thickened as if another presence hovered at thee edge of the room

“Bellatrix who wrote it then” Silence ,long enough that Luna wondered if Bellatrix had already slipped away.

“Why did you come out” Luna asked softly. “You never show up without a reason.” To protect you,And that terrefied Luna more tha anything.

Elara is weakening. She is cracking. And when she does something seeps through. Something that should not exist. Luna's voice trembeled

"You speak as if it is not a part of her.”Because it is not,it doesen't act or think like us.It has no name and no face.Only instinct

“What instincts” Luna whispered.Belltrix's voice lowered cold and sharp

To eliminate anything that threatens Elara. It does not stop. Not until everything is quiet. Too quiet