First, they went downstairs, the floor creaking under their weight with each step. The house felt strangely quieter now, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for something that hadn't yet happened. Mansh moved with deliberate slowness, his mind racing through the last moments of their plan. He could feel his heart beat a little faster, his palms slightly clammy despite the cold air around him. There was an unspoken tension between them, the air thick with unvoiced questions.
As Mansh reached for the front door, he hesitated for a brief moment, fingers brushing against the cool handle. The sound of the door creaking open filled the silence of the night. He repeated his earlier words, the same ones that had been part of their plan. His voice was steady, but inside, his nerves were churning, each syllable heavy with expectation.
"Everything's going to go the same," he muttered, more to himself than Ankhush.
Ankhush responded exactly as he had before, his tone flat but filled with the same unease. "Yeah. Just like it happened before."
Mansh could hear the quiet tremor in his voice, though it was barely perceptible. They both knew how fragile this moment was, how easy it could all slip away from them if they weren't careful. The tension between them, already thick, seemed to deepen, the silence stretching in a way that felt suffocating.
They turned and began walking back upstairs, their footsteps slow and measured, almost reluctant, as if the weight of the plan was too much to bear. Mansh's chest tightened with each step, a knot forming in his stomach as they approached the top of the stairs. He tried to steady himself, but there was a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach, a sense of impending dread he couldn't shake.
When they reached the hallway, Mansh braced himself. He had to see it again, to witness the shadow from yesterday. He had no choice. It was part of the plan. And yet, there was a part of him that feared what might happen if things didn't go as expected.
But--
Then--
Nothing.
The air felt stagnant, as though time itself had frozen in place. Mansh's eyes scanned the hallway, his gaze flicking toward the spot where the shadow had been the night before. But there was nothing there. No movement. No eerie presence lingering in the air. The silence felt thick, almost oppressive, as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting for something that never came.
Mansh frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. He glanced around again, his eyes darting from one corner of the hallway to the next. Everything seemed exactly the same, yet something was off.
"It must be because I already saw it," he muttered to himself, trying to make sense of what was happening. The explanation seemed plausible, but it didn't ease the growing unease he felt gnawing at his insides.
Ankhush, who had been standing beside him, waiting for any sign of the shadow, turned to him, his eyes wide with curiosity. "When?"
Mansh felt a sudden jolt in his chest. He wasn't sure how to answer. The question itself was simple, but the implications were far more complicated. It was strange, how something so seemingly insignificant could carry so much weight. He looked at Ankhush, and for the first time, he saw a flicker of concern in his friend's expression.
Mansh opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. The air in the hallway seemed to close in on him. The uncertainty of the situation pressed down on his shoulders like an invisible weight. He had no clear answer. How could he explain it? Could he even explain it? The truth was, he wasn't sure what had happened, only that something had shifted when he'd first seen that shadow.
"I… I saw it Yesterday," Mansh began, his voice softer now, tinged with something close to disbelief. "When you weren't around. Right before you disappeared. I think... I think seeing it might have changed something. Maybe... maybe that's why it's not here now."
Ankhush stared at him, his expression unreadable. The uncertainty in his eyes mirrored Mansh's own. Neither of them knew for sure what this meant, but one thing was certain--whatever they had done, whatever they were involved in now, it was changing the world around them in ways they couldn't understand.
"Maybe it's like... like the story's already being rewritten," Ankhush said, his voice barely a whisper, as if the words themselves might break the fragile illusion they were trying to hold onto. "Maybe we've changed things just by knowing too much."
Mansh looked down at the floor, his mind racing, trying to make sense of it all. Had they altered the course of events without even realizing it? Was their awareness enough to change the world around them? The uncertainty was overwhelming, but there was no going back now. They were already in too deep.
The hallway felt different now, emptier, quieter. The air that had once been thick with tension now felt heavy with unanswered questions. Mansh felt his heart race, a mixture of fear and anticipation flooding his veins. The weight of their actions was pressing down on him, threatening to suffocate him, but he couldn't back out now.
"We need to keep moving," he said, his voice steady, even though his insides were churning with doubt. "Let's just follow through with the plan. Maybe we'll see more once we finish."
Ankhush nodded, but the look in his eyes told Mansh that he, too, wasn't sure if they were doing the right thing. The silence between them stretched on, thick and uncomfortable, as they continued up the hallway, uncertainty hanging heavy in the air.
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A/N: you thought it is easy to defeat me hahahahhh *Chogh* i just.. Ate a fly.
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