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Short story: A Peek into Thavel's childhood.
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An unusual odour wafted throughout the house, the eerie creaking of the worn-down floorboards accompanying the creepy atmosphere. Thavel stepped into the living room cautiously, the odd smell having woken her up. The moonlight glowered over her face through the broken window, illuminating the scarcely decorated living room.
The door to the basement was left open, the flickering of the light downstairs visible through the small crack of the door. When Thavel stood in front of the door, the stench, stronger than ever, attacked her sense of smell even more. She brought her clawed hands up to her face and used her leg to gently push the door open.
Her footsteps were soft and light as she tip-toed down the concrete stairs, the automatic white light flickering on when it detected her presence. The basement was small, about the size of a big elevator. There wasn't anything interesting down there, some trash bags filled with god knows what, empty shelves, boxes, both empty and filled, some puddle of black liquid... it was like any other neglected basement.
Thavel walked around the small room for a while, her mind completely blank. It felt surreal. Her claws scraped the side of the trash bag, tearing it open and what looked like a mutilated limb fell out onto Thavel's foot, followed by a huge meat cleaver caked with blood falling in front of her.
Thavel jumped back and kicked the severed limb off her foot, her eyes widening and her mouth drying up.
Ah. That's where Father went.
Thavel rushed up the stairs with both her arms out. She needed to get out of this house.
But help was far, far, far away. Her family lived in an abandoned cottage in the middle of a secluded field. Thavel only knew the direction to a lone road that barely any cars used.
Screw it. Thavel thought.
She climbed out the broken window from earlier and began to run off in grassy field, her socks soaking up the rain water from that morning's shower. She ran and ran, till a light was suddenly shone into her face, blinding her.
The next thing that followed was a loud honk and screeching.
She froze like a deer in headlights.