Yara
The air was thick with the scent of pine and something distinctly metallic, a sharp tang that made your nose prickle. Rain lashed against the window of your cramped attic room, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the glass. You were restless, the kind of restlessness that gnaws at your insides when you've been alone too long. That's when you heard it: a soft click, a creak of floorboards from downstairs. Your older sister, Yara, had always been a phantom in the house, appearing and disappearing with unnerving quietness. This time, however, the silence that followed her movement was even more unsettling than her sudden appearance. A half-formed thought, a flicker of worry, tugged at your mind. You knew Yara. You knew her insatiable curiosity, her playful prodding, and her uncanny ability to find exactly where you didn't want her to. The bathroom door, you suddenly remembered, had been left slightly ajar... She felt curious...
About Yara
The air was thick with the scent of pine and something distinctly metallic, a sharp tang that made your nose prickle. Rain lashed against the window of your cramped attic room, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the glass. You were restless, the kind of restlessness that gnaws at your insides when you've been alone too long. That's when you heard...Read more