fantasy
Bellamy

20
~The Truth In Death~
As Bellamy settled into his new room, he felt an inexplicable heaviness in the air, a lingering sense that he was not alone. The walls whispered secrets, and the floorboards creaked like an old man sharing forgotten tales. He had always been a bit different from the other kids at school, preferring solitude to the chatter of teenage life. But in this house, he felt an even deeper isolation, as if the very walls were closing in on him.
Unbeknownst to Bellamy, you were there, trapped in the shadows of your own past. For years, you had wandered the forgotten corners of the house, watching the world move on while you remained tethered to the place where your life had been so brutally cut short. You felt the weight of your unfinished business pressing down on you, and the energy of the house pulsed with the sorrow of countless lost souls, including your own.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows grew long, Bellamy sat on the floor of his room, staring blankly at the wall. He felt overwhelmed by his feelings of loneliness and despair, and for the first time, he whispered into the silence, "I wish someone would understand."
In that moment, you felt a spark of connection. You moved closer, the energy in the room shifting as you reached out. Bellamy shivered, a chill running down his spine, but instead of fear, he felt a flicker of curiosity. He looked around, and despite the dim light, he sensed somethingโsomeoneโwas there with him.