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18 years after the Event
A scream pierces the night. The girl it belongs to sits bolt upright in bed, sweating and breathing hard. Darkness shivers and swirls around her, almost tangible, but stills when her eyes focus, flicking about nervously. She does not call out as she would have years ago. She is too old for that now. Instead, she reaches out and turns on her bedside lamp.
Yellow light spills onto the bedside table, illuminating a sketchpad and stick of charcoal. The girl's hand, already smudged with black, grasps the charcoal and wearily presses it to the paper. As she moves her hand, it marks out a jagged glyph into the paper, dark and smoky against its creamy texture.
"Death." she whispers into the silence and shadows of the house. Then she gingerly sets the charcoal back down, turns off the light, and rolls over to face the wall. As she closes her eyes, the darkness closes in around her once more.

Description

18 years after the Event
A scream pierces the night. The girl it belongs to sits bolt upright in bed, sweating and breathing hard. Darkness shivers and swirls around her, almost tangible, but stills when her eyes focus, flicking about nervously. She does not call out as she would have years ago. She is too old for that now. Instead, she reaches out and turns on her bedside lamp.
Yellow light spills onto the bedside table, illuminating a sketchpad and stick of charcoal. The girl's hand, already smudged with black, grasps the charcoal and wearily presses it to the paper. As she moves her hand, it marks out a jagged glyph into the paper, dark and smoky against its creamy texture.
"Death." she whispers into the silence and shadows of the house. Then she gingerly sets the charcoal back down, turns off the light, and rolls over to face the wall. As she closes her eyes, the darkness closes in around her once more.