[b]DAY 6: POSSESSED – DON'T TOUCH IT[/b]

It was a very strange forest. There were odd colors everywhere, it almost felt like a child had painted that place. The grass was grey and it looked alive and dead at the same time. Tree trunks were flaunting with various hues of purple and blue. Turquoise leaves were reaching toward the sky, perhaps trying to touch the golden moon. It truly was the crown jewel of the violet sky. 

What was this place? Was this entirely different dimension than her own?

Jennifer didn't know. She had no idea how she had ended up in this forest. Though, her head was aching, so maybe that had something to do with it. But how exactly, she wasn't sure. It was a waste of time to ponder about things like that, though: it wouldn't get her anywhere. She then began to stroll through the woods, hoping to find some civilization that could help her to know where she was and how to get home. Determinedly she marched forward.

After moments and more moments of wandering, Jennifer started to feel even more lost than how she had originally been. Still no sign of intelligent life. But she didn't really have any other choice than to keep going. Because, well, what was the other option? Give up and starve to death? No way. So, she continued her journey in the middle of nowhere.

Suddenly, she heard something, just barely. Jennifer halted her travel and listened carefully. It sounded like someone was humming with a low voice. She started to walk in the direction of it, hoping to find someone who could possibly help her.

Few moments passed as Jennifer followed the humming. It seemed like that she was in the right track, since the sound became louder and louder. And after a little while, she had found her way to a mouth of a cavern. The humming was coming from inside of it. Maybe she could find someone from there. Bravely, Jennifer swung the vines away that guarded the entrance, then entered the cave.

She found that place to be really linear; it was impossible to get lost in it. Which was good, she thought. It was also nice that there were candles placed on the wall, being few meters away from each other. They illuminated her way as she wandered deeper and deeper into the cave – and it also gave her an impression that there indeed was someone to be found from this place. In addition, the dim light kept the darkness away from the walls and revealed many runes that had been carved on the stone. They looked really fascinating, but Jennifer didn't understand them.

Soon she found her way to a large chamber. And to her disappointment, there was not a single soul to be discovered. The humming also stopped as soon as she had arrived. Even though she was a bit frustrated, she decided to take a better look at the chamber.

There were two huge columns in the middle of the room. They were filled with same runes that also covered the walls of corridor and few torches had also been placed on them, providing light for the whole room. At the farthest end of the chamber, as an opposite to the passage that had led there, a platform could be found. And on that platform, a well decorated coffin was resting. But other than that, the chamber was pretty empty. 

Jennifer approached the coffin, being curious and wanting to take a better look at it. She wondered could anything be found from the inside and opened the lid.

She shouldn't have done that.

Suddenly, from within the coffin, a swirl of smoke rushed into the air, surprising Jennifer and causing her to fall on the ground. She didn't have time to react to anything, when the smoke invaded her through her mouth.

She coughed a little as her throat felt dry. Then, she started to feel really strange, not really being able to describe that feeling. But after that, came the suffering. It was almost like her insides were in fire. She tried to flail, she tried to roll over, but nothing could ease her pain. And it only got worse. Next, her limbs got dislocated, breaking painfully, making her scream in agony. Her bones were visible, blood pouring from those fresh wounds. Then a loud crack could be heard – her neck breaking – and she lost her consciousness. But it didn't end there. It was like some outer force was moving her body, like a puppeteer. Her body twitching, being in motion, someone foreign cackling from her mouth. Someone was nearly completely in control of Jennifer's broken body.

Then this entity made her raise her hands a bit, both limbs facing each other. In between her hands, something started to form; it was like a churning portal. And when it was big enough, the force controlling her body stepped through it, leaving the chamber behind.



[b]DAY 7: BROKEN GLASS – STOP MOCKING ME![/b]

Almost no one knows this, but through hospitals, you may be able to enter another dimension. When you lie in bed, suffering from a trauma or sickness, part of you might get detached from your body: the healthy spirit that can't be held back by physical damage. This happens very, very rarely, so that's why not many people know anything about it. And even less believes in it. It's more like a rumor than something that could actually happen. It's easy to not believe in anything you haven't experienced yourself, especially when the thing was something absurd.

But she was one of those lucky – or unlucky, however you want interpret it – people who ended up visiting that other dimension.

She had only hazy remembrance of how she had become a patient in hospital. It had something to do with getting lots of wounds, especially to arms and legs, but that was about it. Even in this strange dimension, she had bandages covering her limbs. She was also still wearing a hospital gown. Nothing else. She was barefoot and the floor or ground or whatever felt slightly cold beneath her feet.

That place was so strange. 

It was white everywhere. Like a colorless void. It was like a space of emptiness; there was no walls, no ground, no ceiling… nothing. Such enormous area made her feel rather fractional and lonely. But more than anything, she felt warm and good. She didn't know a reason for it, that just was how she felt. Maybe such a large space of nothingness would easily scare someone, but she had no fear. She started walking, wondering could there be anything hidden somewhere ahead.

For a moment she wandered, not really encountering anything. However, she didn't feel discouraged. Her warm and pleasant feeling hadn't disappeared anywhere.

Suddenly, she spotted an object from further ahead. Wanting to know what it was, she hasted her pace and began running.

When she came closer to it, she recognized that it was a mirror. Strange. Of all the things that could have been placed in here, it was the mirror. This object was pretty long, longer than she was. The top was pointy and the frames didn't have much decoration. It was pretty much as plain as this white space.

She looked at herself in the mirror. And smiled. She thought that she was actually attractive. She had long, brown, gorgeous hair, hazel eyes and cute face and she was skinny. She stared at the reflection of her, switching from position to another, smiling happily. She did this for a good while.

But then something ruined her joyful moment.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the mirror, though it vanished as fast as lightning. However, it didn't need more time to do the damage. Her mind was now infested with bad things. And they seemed to circulate around certain subject. There was this boy she loved… but did he love her? She wasn't sure. But… it wasn't just love. He was her everything.

“He doesn't love you! He doesn't love you!”

Whispers were coming from the mirror.

“You deserve no one!”

“Shut up!” she shouted angrily.

The shadow appeared in the reflector once again and this time, it stayed. It was laughing at her. It placed its claws on her shoulders, causing her to wipe them off – but they weren't truly there, it was just an image.

“You mad girl! He doesn't want an insane bitch like you!” the voices from the mirror mocked.

“No!” she screamed. “He is mine!”

She wanted to silence those voices. So she clenched her fist and punched the mirror. The image shattered and some of the shards got stuck in her hand, making her bleed. The rest fell to the ground. But what she had desired to happen, didn't come true. Now with tons of new faces, the shadow kept laughing at her. She fell on her knees, tears of rage starting to form in her eyes. She grabbed one big shard and started violently smashing in against the pieces that were scattered on the ground. She was grasping the mirror shard too tightly as its edge sink into her hand. But she didn't care. All she wanted was to end those derisive noises.

Blood was splattering everywhere. In her rage she had ended up tearing her hand to shreds. And finally… finally the voices were silent. She couldn't help but cry a little.

And then she saw him in one of the biggest pieces: her beloved one. He had quite disturbed expression on his face. She picked up gently that shard and stared at it.

“Please, don't leave me”, she whispered weakly.

But that was exactly what he did. He just turned around and suddenly – he was gone.

She didn't know what to do. Blood and tears mixing, she curled up in a ball and cried.



[b]DAY 8: POISON – FAREWELL, BROTHER[/b]

It was such a tragedy. The Hontkel couple, wealthy and well-known around the town, got killed. They were out on a walk through the town, when someone attacked them, murdering them in cold blood. And when the morning dawned, not a single sign of the murderer could be found, only their atrocity was left behind. The couple had many stab wounds all across their bodies, but they were most likely died because their throats were slit. Blood was splattered all around where they experienced the tragic end of their lives. Hontkels were known to be rather generous, so this heart-breaking incident caused the whole town to mourn their deaths. 

When the funeral of the couple was held, it was raining, as if the sky was crying over their deaths as well. Quite a crowd had arrived to say their goodbyes to Hontkels. With tears and farewell songs reverberating in the air, the couple were laid to rest. Their two sons, Ingel and Nykal, were giving a speech as the caskets got lowered to the ground. Lots of flowers were brought to soothe the souls of the dead couple. The ceremony was beautiful, well-fitting for the respected Hontkels. And when it ended, the participants went each on their ways, but still keeping sorrow in their hearts.

Few weeks passed. The Hontkel brothers had inherited the fortune of their parents, but they would rather have them in their life than their riches. Especially Nykal felt that way. Ingel, the older brother, probably thought that because he was the head of the family now, he had to bury his sorrow and be the man.

It was a nighttime. The moonlight was invading the mansion through the windows. Summer has ended and got replaced with autumn, so it started to be a bit chilly outside. But luckily, Hontkels had a large fireplace that would bring warmth to the cold nights. It was currently blazing, giving warmness and light to the cozy room. Both Ingel and Nykal were sitting on very comfortable chairs, drinking some good wine. They had been discussing about some financial matters, but then Ingel dropped a bomb: he probably had found a wife for himself.

“But that's great!” Nykal exclaimed. Good news like that were welcome after that tragedy that took the life of their parents.

“I suppose”, Ingel stated calmly, but smiled a little. “Should we take more wine?”

“Yes, yes”, Nykal answered and was ready to get up.

“I'll pour some more”, Ingel said and stood up, snatching his brother's wine glass.

Nykal sat back down and stared at the dance of the flames. He was truly happy for his brother. Soon he got his refilled wine glass and took a sip.

“This tastes somewhat different”, Nykal noted to his brother.

“It's different wine”, Ingel enlightened.

That answer was good enough for the little brother and he continued drinking with pleasure.

But after a moment passed, he started to feel strange. Mostly it was pain in his stomach – but soon it developed into burning agony. Such sudden suffering made Nykal drop his wine glass to the floor and he took a hold of his stomach.

“Something is wrong, brother!” he croaked.

Ingel didn't answer anything. Nykal collapsed to the floor and vomited. It was blood.

“H-help”, he whimpered and looked at his brother. Ingel had a very pleased smile on his face as he looked down at suffering Nykal.

“Don't worry, everything will be fine soon”, Ingel said, grinning widely. “When you're gone, everything will be mine!”

“What do you mean?” Nykal asked weakly. Then he vomited again and it was blood this time as well. The pain was unbearable.

“You'll join our parents soon enough, so I'll tell you a secret”, Ingel spoke. “The reason why our parents died was because I hired and assassin to kill them. I have loathed their generous ways for years! This wealth only belongs to those who are worthy! That's why you all have to die so I can inherit it all! It's my right!”

These words hurt Nykal more than the physical agony did. Tears started to stream. His beloved brother… just when had he become this greedy monster? Then Nykal vomited blood once more. He started to get really weak and he ended up laying on his pool of blood. He started to hear choir of laughter and behind his brother he could see disembodied eyes and mouths floating in the air. Was that a manifestation of the dark side of Ingel? Was it something only Nykal could see?

Real or not, this sight was the last thing he saw as his body succumbed to death.



[b]DAY 9: IMPALEMENT – VLAD[/b]

He shouldn't have come here… Decro was regretting that he had decided to go to vacation on this island. He probably wouldn't live long with his guilt, though. Sure, everything had been fine at first. First few days had been relaxing and fun. But then everything went to hell. Some psychopath had found his way to that island and started killing everyone. It has been a fucking massacre; there was a scent of fear in the air. Surely someone had called for help, but none had arrived. Also, if that wasn't bad enough, there was no way to get out of the island. The only transportation mean was a ferry, but it followed a designated schedule. It really seemed like that your only hope to get out of there alive was to hide and survive until the ferry would arrive again.

Decro had ran away to the small patch of forest. He was far from the resort area, but could still hear the chilling death cries and screams of agony. His heart was beating wildly; he didn't want to join those poor bastards who had got slaughtered. He figured that this forest was one of the best places to hide until the help would arrive – any form of rescue was welcome at this point. While waiting for that, hiding among the vegetation seemed to be the best bet. Hopefully the killer wouldn't investigate the area thoroughly.

He waited, praying for his life. Soon he heard some footsteps coming to his direction. Decro got all tensed up and was conquered by dread. However, that sound of running belonged to two females. They dashed near his hideout and he could hear them crying and pant heavily – they were at the verge of exhaustion, but fear kept them going. Was somebody following them? Decro listened carefully.

A minute passed.

Then another.

Decro could let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like the killer wasn't chasing those two. Not yet, at least. So he continued hiding in the bushes silently. Sadly, he didn't have a watch with him so he could check the time. It would be great to know when the ferry was supposed to come to the island again.

Suddenly, he heard another bone-chilling scream. And it felt like it was coming somewhat near from his hiding spot. Decro got all tensed up again. Was that the sound of one of the females that had just passed him?

“Marla!” somebody cried.

What Decro could deduce from this, the other girl had just got killed or badly injured. And the other one was going to be next.

“No! Please, don't!” she shrieked.

Then everything went silent. Another two young lives had been taken away too soon.

Decro hoped that his life wasn't going to be next in line.

But fate had plans against him.

He got surprised by a very tall black wolf. Decro had no idea how this monstrosity had been able to sneak to him without making a single sound – or how had he even found him in the first place. The black one didn't say anything, just stared at Decro. But Decro didn't stay in that place and hurried to get away from this madman.

He ran through the forest, desperately trying to find a new place to hide. But all he managed to find was the corpses of those two females. Both had been decapitated and cut to pieces. Such sight was sickening, and Decro didn't want to stare at it more than few seconds, and even that was too much. So, he kept going.

But despite his best efforts, it seemed that he was doomed to fail.

Unexpectedly, he felt sharp pain in his shoulder. It caused him to stop his going. He looked at this new injury and saw that a fishing spear had gone through him. While Decro was gazing at this, another spear got stuck in his body, this time through his stomach. Then he got one that pierced his chest and one more to his other shoulder. He fell to his knees, agony numbing him. He was bleeding abundantly, a pool of blood forming below him. He looked behind him to see his murderer. The black wolf had blank expression on his face as he stared back at Decro. No remorse. No satisfaction. Nothing.

Then the slaughterer prepared his last spear and struck it through Decro's head, ultimately killing him.



[b]DAY 10: BITES – THE WOLVES ARE BACK IN TOWN[/b]

Jennifer regained her consciousness. She had a bit sluggish feeling, but even through that she made an observation: she wasn't feeling pain anymore. The last memory she had was that when something tried to invade her body. But what happened after that… no clue. Also, she noticed that her body was in intact condition again. There was no trace left of whatever had attacked her in that chamber. She had no idea what had exactly happened to her or how it suddenly was like nothing had even occurred, but she was glad that the agonizing moment was just a hazy memory now.

She spent a little moment to just recover her senses. She took a deep breath and started looking around.

Apparently she was at the border of some town. How she had ended up in there, she could only guess. Jennifer wasn't even sure was she going through some weird dream-like experience or was this some fucked up reality. Maybe she could get some answers if she took a closer look at the town. She decided to march in there.

Soon Jennifer could tell that this place was pretty much just as weird as the forest where she had woken up for the first time. Some of the houses were like they belonged to the medieval times and some were newer, few was even mix of both worlds – but none was from modern days. The streets were paved with jagged stones that would make traveling through them quite a bumpy ride if you were journeying on a carriage. There was lots of filth, garbage and feces on the sides of streets, making the town smell quite awful. Rats seemed to like scurry around in the dirt, but other than that, Jennifer couldn't see even a single soul. All doors were shut and windows sealed. Why was that? This gave an impression that the residents were afraid of something.

Abruptly, Jennifer heard something. It sounded like a pack of wolves howling. They were maybe in the outskirts of the town. But the sound of them was somewhat weird… there was something of malevolent and unholiness in their voice. Were they the reason that this place felt like a ghost town? Under normal circumstances, Jennifer would be able to take on those bastards, but sadly, she didn't have a weapon with her. So she figured that she should take cover. Somewhere. It was probably no use to try finding shelter from the houses – the residents would most likely not give refuge to a complete stranger. She was on her own.

Jennifer was sprinting through the streets. Surely somewhere she could find a safe spot. But she was running out of time. She could hear the hungry and bloodthirsty growls of the wolves. And their sounds were getting closer.

And closer.

In a little while, they were already chasing her. She cursed her bad luck. It seemed like that her only hope was to outlast these beasts.

But soon she learned that it was futile.

They were faster than her. A lot faster. When they were right beside Jennifer, she noticed that these were not ordinary beasts. They were more like malicious spirits or something. Their scrawny bodies floated in the air, they had no hind legs and they were missing eyes. And oh, they were hungry for some fresh flesh. Three ravenous mouths were ready to bite.

The wolves sunk their teeth into Jennifer's body in unison. One took a bite from her leg, another was on her side and the last one was chewing her arm. She fell onto her back to the stone pavement, beasts biting and tearing her flesh. She tried to flail and kick, but it was all in vain; her struggle had no effect on these wolves. But she didn't want to give up. She was helpless and shrieked in pain, still finding strength to fight back. However, she was getting weak as her blood was leaving her body and the powerful jaws kept shredding her from different directions.

But then Jennifer felt a new feeling. It was like she was sinking to the ground – or more like, descending through pool of her own blood since suddenly all she could see was red. She didn't understand that, but nothing in this terrible place made sense, anyway. Nonetheless, this feeling was good, for the dreadful jaws weren't gourmandizing her body anymore.

She was going down, down, down.

And she just let it happen.