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Scarred little devil

When trauma strikes, it can leave a deep and lasting impact on our lives. It can create a wound that feels impossible to heal, fueling feelings of anger, pain, and a burning desire for revenge. In this gripping tale, we follow the journey of Mirai who has experienced unimaginable trauma and seeks to right the wrongs that have been done to her. With heart-pounding suspense, spine-chilling horror, and a thought-provoking exploration of the themes of trauma and revenge, this gripping tale will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end. As she embarks on a dark and twisted quest for vengeance, the line between reality and nightmare begins to blur. She is plagued by terrifying visions and haunted by the ghosts of her past, driving her to the brink of madness. But as she draws closer to her targets, she begins to realize that revenge may not be the answer she seeks. She must confront the true source of her trauma and find a way to heal the wounds that have been inflicted upon her. With bone-chilling horror, heart-wrenching emotion, and a powerful exploration of the themes of trauma and revenge, this gripping tale will leave you breathless. Can the young girl find a way to break the cycle of vengeance and emerge from the darkness, or will she succumb to the ghosts of her past and become a victim of her own rage? Disclaimer:The image used as the book cover does not belong to me.I got it off of Pinterest

babb13.ella · Horreur
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50 Chs

Chapter 40

After our victory over Dr. Henry Blackwood, a sense of relief washed over our group. The curse that had plagued the wilderness for so long was finally broken, and we were free from the clutches of his malevolence. But little did we know that another threat lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike.

As we continued our journey through the wilderness, a feeling of unease settled upon us. The air seemed heavy with a sinister presence, and even the wildlife seemed to hush in fear. We couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching us, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

One evening, as we made camp by a small stream, the unease escalated into something more palpable. The flames of the campfire flickered and danced, casting eerie shadows on the trees around us. Anna, usually the most cheerful among us, looked visibly shaken.

"I don't like this," she whispered, her eyes darting nervously from tree to tree.