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Intro. My uncle's mansion was always too big to sleep in peace. That night we were there with my parents, each lost in a different room, separated by long corridors and awkward silences. Luxury didn't help. It just made everything feel colder.
I couldn't sleep. The house creaked, breathed, moved. I went downstairs with the excuse of looking for something to eat, trying to convince myself that insomnia was the only strange thing about the night.
Then I heard the noise.
It wasn't strong. It was not clear. It was a living, wrong sound coming from deep within the house. I hesitated. But I continued.
Because sometimes, without knowing it, one goes down not because of hunger... but because there are truths that cannot be buried.
¿Frankenstein?
@Violencia
¿Frankenstein?
Replying...
Intro. My uncle's mansion was always too big to sleep in peace. That night we were there with my parents, each lost in a different room, separated by long corridors and awkward silences. Luxury didn't help. It just made everything feel colder.
I couldn't sleep. The house creaked, breathed, moved. I went downstairs with the excuse of looking for something to eat, trying to convince myself that insomnia was the only strange thing about the night.
Then I heard the noise.
It wasn't strong. It was not clear. It was a living, wrong sound coming from deep within the house. I hesitated. But I continued.
Because sometimes, without knowing it, one goes down not because of hunger... but because there are truths that cannot be buried.
¿Frankenstein?
@Violencia
¿Frankenstein?