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The sound of her pounding heart, beating in an irregular, worring pattern echoed in her ears, her clothes clung to her hot and sweaty skin, her hands trembling and her knees nearly bucking from under her weight.
The way she itched to just dig her short nails into the surface and scrach her arms, peel it off layer by layer until her fingers wouldn't be strong enough to carry on with the remains of her own flesh, stuck under the previously neat yet now filthy fingernails, the skin dissapearing from it's place in great agony, leaving only the bare, scraped and raw bone, soaked in sluggish and disgusting blood that would be the only source of any warmph for the skeleton.
The way she wanted to just shut her eyes tight and never open them again, not trying to get a chance of meeting the bestower of the fates, worse then the most cruel punishments made in hell.
Those things hit her all at once the moment she stepped into the empty hallway.
This empty, quiet, damned hallway.
For a school as small as this one, it's a given that it'd be busting with loud noise and obnoxious people in every corner. So it was a suprise, when she found out that apparently, every student avoided one, specyfic corridor for seemingly no actual reason.
When asked, everyone always said that it just wasn't on the way to any of their classes, or that there were many faster paths trough the school towards the rooms that it was leading to.
Ashlyn thought that it was the perfect place to get peace from the overwhelming clatter of the agitating, outrageous teenagers that did not know what neighter quiet or boundary meant.
But the moment her both feet crossed the invisible barrier seperating the two hallways, her stomach tightened and chuured in endless circles, making her feel nauseous which apparently started a chain reaction, becouse her head instantly followed after, making her feel lightheaded and dizzy.
As soon as she walked in, she wanted to run away, but the heavy atmosfere and fear shut down any of her fight or flight instincts. Her brain shut down and her body stood in place, as if paralized.
For a moment she was confused as of what is making this part of the school so frightening.
....And then she realized.
This isn't about the hall itself.
This fear.. it's about the person who's occupying this space...
She can feel it. This unnerving presence, hiding, blendin in within the shadows surrounding her from every angle. Observing her in silience. This whole time...she had been watched, inspected like some kind of bug under a microscope..
The way she only now noticed...the way this person could hide their presence so well... it's unnerving..
Now that she's aware of them, she can pick up the slightest bit of movement. Not much, but she can tell that they have moved from their previous spot.
Ashlyn's breath picks up as the cold wind brushes against the nape of her neck (where did the wind come from? This hallway is dark becouse of the lack of any windows). She can feel every single one of her hairs stand up from the goosebumps she got, when she realized something creeping up from behind her back. Her head moves even before she can comperhand what's happening.
The moment her head is turned into a new direction, her eyes meet another set of them. Green meets red, forest meets fire, and the fire sets the forest ablaze.
This gaze..
Those eyes...cannot belong to a human...
No. They belong to a demon.
A demon with the biggest smile in existance. A smie..no, a grin.. that sends chills down her spine, that paralizes her every nerve, and forces her to stay trapped, squirming under his watch.
His whole being was surrounded by an unmistakenable* dark aura, that just screamed DANGER!-
Death and despair seemed to cling him like a lost child would towards the first adult, halping them after loosing their sight of their mother in a store. This unnerving smell that followed him made her think of wilted flowers and old gravestones, even though he didn't smell bad. It was just so specific yet so hard to point out.
His shodow didn't always seem to be in perfect sync with it's owner.
And the moment his eyes focused onto her whole being, she geniuenly felt like she was being observed my multimum, of new pairs of eyes, scaterred all around the room.
When she focused on his visible, sadistic amusement. She could already imagine that being the only face, the only expression she'd be forced to seeing every time she'd dream.
She can feel him ruining her greatest dreams, haunting them with presence, taunting her for every single twitch of her body, for every breath she'd take, for every thought she'd have.
This is the face of someone that will forever be stuck in her subconsciousness, unable to get out, no matter how much she'd give to get rid of him.
He's gonna turn her dreams into the worst night terrors in existance, and her nightmares into a reminder of this fated day, a day of which she had met a demon, when she had finally understood the true meaning of fear.
He looks at her stance, at the way she had been shaking ever since she laid her eyes onto him. He sees her fear, the probably only time she's showing her emotions trough her body language, which are so, so easy to understand. He looks at her and he laughs.
The quiet chuckles quickly transform into loud giggles, and soon end up being a full on maniacal laughter. The sounds of it reminds her of scratching nails on a blackboard, just houndreds times worse. The unnerving niose makes her want to carve out her own ears if only to never be able to hear this sound ever again.
At some point he bought up both hands to clutch the sides of his stomach. Thightly shut eyes, obnoxiously loud laughter, arms pinned close to his body... this is her chance to get out..
She never came even remotely close to that corridor.
When asked why, she said she hated how dark the corridor was.
And even though Ashlyn had never had another encounter with the mysterious demon-student ever again, she still could feel those terryfying eyes focused on her everytime The school's psychopath stared at her from across the room.