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Unlace the Devil

Shivani's parents disappeared when she was just 9 years old, leaving her with her old grandmother. Life that seemed so normal, so humanly would take such a drastic turn to unveil the 'past secrets' and 'buried mysteries', no one had imagined. When Shivani end up in a, never heard before town with a strange and no way to escape, she starts doubting her previous reality. Ratri is the town not far away from city but still away from any living eye, hidden from eyes of the visible world. It has never been located in any political map ever. There are deepest, unimaginable secrets it's kept hidden from the whole world. But now that Shivani and Ray knows about it, it's almost impossible for them to get out alive. It's a real life scary house. Secrets are silent, impossible is just a hidden reality, life is no more than than a puppet show whose strings lies in the hands of one woman, Martha. What we imagined to be a dream was just the beginning of a journey into the den of bloodless humans. Humans or someone else. Will they escape the darkness of Ratri or the light of their home will be consumed into the singularity as well...?

nova_cheron2 · Fantasía
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130 Chs

113. Steps back and forth

Thunder and Englo stared at Denerose staring intently in a bushy brown cat's eyes they both stood in his doorway waiting for him to finish with the previous costumer.

"Are you sure we are at the right place?" Asked Thunder eyeing the scene in front.

"Yes, isn't he awesome. He is so happy every hour of the day and the his presence is just refreshing." Said Englo as he kept staring at the cat and Denerose encounter intently.

"Thsts not what I meant. I mean, what really is he doing?"

"He is helping a costumer, what do you think."

"You adore your new master tiny Bean. You love him." He said not breaking eye contact with grumpy looking cat.

"Do this technique two times a day and she will forget all about your wife." Denerose added.

"Will she not scratch my arm anymore then?" Asked the old man standing across him on the other side of door.

"Scratching is a part of cat's appreciation dear. You don't want to loose that."