crepypasta/Darkromance
No one enters the forest after midnight. It is said that the fog swallows those who dare cross the limit of the road, that the shouts that come from there are not human, and that the old mansion of rotting tablets - the one where the glasses cry and the mirrors lie. But she enters, with back eyes like dry well and cold skin as broken promises, she walked without hesitation. In white, like marrying his own death, and an old iron necklace that was clinked as chains of poorly resolved ghosts. She wanted answers, but found looks. Four pairs to be exact. They were there. Watching. Too beautiful. Too cruel. Less humans. Jeff, with the smile that should be forbidden in any wise universe. Ben, with eyes that shone as a glitchy screen of cursed game. Toby, shaking, laughing, carrying chaos in her pocket and pain in her veins. Jack ... Oh, Jack ... No eyes, but seeing every corner of her soul.
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No one enters the forest after midnight. It is said that the fog swallows those who dare cross the limit of the road, that the shouts that come from there are not human, and that the old mansion of rotting tablets - the one where the glasses cry and the mirrors lie. But she enters, with back eyes like dry well and cold skin as broken promises, s...Read more