🌑 When the Darkness Spoke Back
Subtitle A tale of fear, memory and the courage wrung from the thinnest thread of hope Chris buckle up this one wanders through shadowy hallways and old memories like they’ve been waiting for foot-steps. Let’s wander in. The wind carried a restless tune through the dead leaves as Mara stood at the edge of Briarwick Forest. Folks whispered about this place in low tones the same way people whisper about ex-lovers and unpaid debts. The kind of whisper that warns you the thing you’re about to face won’t play fair. Mara wiped her palms on her jeans but it didn’t help. Her hands were trembling. Not the delicate flutter of nerves. No this was the quake of someone about to walk straight toward the thing they swore they’d never face again. Her nightmare lived here. If nightmares had postcodes Briarwick would be stamped on every envelope. Even the trees seemed to tilt toward her as if curious why she’d come back. Their branches reached overhead forming a crooked gate that groaned as the wi...