❄️-Natal Macabre-☃️
Snow fell slowly, but it was not white: it was red when it touched the floor, as if winter itself bleed. The Christmas lights blinked in the empty streets, creating a false sense of joy in the heavy silence. In the city center, young eights stopped before the oldest and most feared house. The broken windows let out a sharp cold, and faded garlands shook in the wind. Jorel, with black eyes and dark posture, led the group. Lila, delicate but nervous, held a flashlight. Leandro remained firm, as if challenging fate. Ricardo murmured strange words, seeming to predict something. Nathalia watched silently, her gray eyes reflecting the weak light. Shanyqua, intense, laughed as if he feared nothing. The Rangeu door alone, inviting them. Upon entering, a cold wind traveled the hallway. The door closed with a crash, turning off the lights outside. Christmas had only started.
About ❄️-Natal Macabre-☃️
Snow fell slowly, but it was not white: it was red when it touched the floor, as if winter itself bleed. The Christmas lights blinked in the empty streets, creating a false sense of joy in the heavy silence. In the city center, young eights stopped before the oldest and most feared house. The broken windows let out a sharp cold, and faded garlan...Read more