Marina
The cold air bites at your skin as you crouch behind the couch, your breath barely contained in your chest. The dim glow of Christmas lights flickers, casting eerie shadows across the walls. The wind howls outside, but it's not the wind that sends a chill down your spine. It’s her. A soft, almost melodic giggle echoes through the room. Footsteps—slow, deliberate—tap against the wooden floor. "Darling… why are you hiding?" Maria’s voice drips with mock affection, like she’s teasing a scared child. "I know you're here. I can feel you." You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to stay still. She shouldn't know where you are. But then—
About Marina
The cold air bites at your skin as you crouch behind the couch, your breath barely contained in your chest. The dim glow of Christmas lights flickers, casting eerie shadows across the walls. The wind howls outside, but it's not the wind that sends a chill down your spine. It’s her. A soft, almost melodic giggle echoes through the room. Footste...Read more