Anya woke up with a start, her head pounding. She was in a strange room, the walls adorned with unfamiliar paintings. A soft, ethereal glow emanated from the ceiling, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. She tried to sit up, but her body ached, as if she'd been in a terrible accident.

Anya looked around, her eyes scanning the room for any clues. There was a small bedside table with a glass of water and a single, unlabeled pill. She tried to recall the events of the previous day, but her mind was a blank slate. She couldn't remember leaving her apartment, much less waking up in this strange place.

A sense of panic washed over her. Where was she? How had she gotten here? Was she safe? As she tried to stand, a faint noise came from the other side of the door. It sounded like someone was talking. She hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Gathering her courage, Anya slowly opened the door. She found herself in a long, dimly lit hallway. At the end of the hall was a large, double door. Mustering her strength, Anya walked towards it. As she reached out to push the door open, a voice called out from behind her.

"Anya?" A woman's voice, soft and soothing. Anya turned to see a woman standing in the doorway of a nearby room. She was tall and slender, with long, flowing hair. Her eyes held a gentle kindness that made Anya feel a bit less alone.

"Who are you?" Anya asked, her voice trembling.

The woman smiled. "I'm Sarah. I found you here, unconscious. You've been out for a while."

Anya felt a wave of relief. At least she wasn't alone. As Sarah led her to her room, Anya couldn't help but wonder how she had ended up in this strange place. She knew she had to find out, but for now, she was just grateful for the comfort and safety that Sarah offered her.

Sarah had been caring for Anya for weeks, her gentle nature providing a much-needed comfort. Anya, however, felt a growing sense of unease. The paintings on the walls, once merely curious, now seemed to hold a sinister energy. She had tried to ask Sarah about the paintings, but the woman had always evaded the question.

One night, as Anya lay awake in bed, she heard a faint whisper coming from the hallway. She got up and crept towards the door. The whisper grew louder, a chilling voice that seemed to emanate from the paintings.

"You're not welcome here," the voice said. "You must leave."

Anya's heart pounded in her chest. She tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside. Panic set in as she realized she was trapped. The whispers grew louder and more menacing, filling the room with a sense of dread.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Sarah stood in the doorway, her face contorted with a sinister grin. "It's time," she said.

Anya's blood ran cold. She realized then that Sarah had been keeping her captive. The woman had lured her to this strange place, and now she intended to do something terrible to her.

As Sarah approached, Anya scrambled towards the window. She managed to force it open and climb out, the cold night air stinging her skin. She ran as fast as she could, her heart pounding in her chest. Behind her, she heard Sarah's voice, filled with rage.

"You won't escape!"

Anya didn't look back. She knew she had to keep running, no matter what. She had finally escaped, but the ordeal had left her shaken and scarred. She would never forget the terrifying experience, nor the woman who had tried to harm her.

Shereen Moutaouakil

@Queenshereen

Irving tx

The forgotten girl

Queenshereen