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Part II: Beneath the Veil



Mira Thorne stood at the edge of the forest behind the Thorne estate, the wind biting at her exposed skin. The night stretched endlessly before her, the moon pale and veiled by thin clouds. In her hand, she clutched her father’s leather-bound journal—the last remnant of Dr. Elias Whitaker, the man who had vanished into the abyss beyond the Keeper’s grip.



It had been a year since Elias was taken.



The house remained quiet, its sinister carvings now faded and inert. Yet Mira’s nights were haunted by whispers—Elias’s voice calling from somewhere between worlds. His final plea echoed in her mind: Mira… the veil is thin… don’t forget me.



She had not forgotten.



Tonight, she would return to the Silent Rooms.



Chapter 2A: The Ritual



The journal had been a puzzle Mira had spent months deciphering. Though the Keeper had left no visible trace, the veil between worlds remained fragile. Mira had discovered a passage deep in the journal that described a forbidden ritual: a way to breach the veil and retrieve what was lost.



“One must descend through the liminal gate beneath the house,” her father had written. “But beware—what lies beyond will test the limits of your sanity. The Keeper feeds on guilt, fear, and longing.”



The words had burned into her mind. She wasn’t afraid of the Keeper anymore. Her only fear was failing Elias.



Mira knelt by the crumbling stone altar hidden beneath tangled ivy. She spread out the items required for the ritual: salt to bind the veil, a silver dagger for protection, and a shard of obsidian engraved with ancient runes. Her breath misted in the frigid air as she drew a circle around the altar.



She whispered the incantation, her voice trembling. “Aperi limen inter mundos… Aperi viam ad Silent Rooms…”



The wind stilled, and the forest fell into an eerie silence. The ground trembled beneath her feet as a fissure opened, revealing a staircase descending into darkness.



A faint voice drifted up from below: Mira…



It was Elias.



Heart pounding, Mira gripped the obsidian shard and began her descent.



Chapter 2B: Into the Abyss



The air grew thick and cold as Mira descended the winding staircase. Her lantern flickered, casting erratic shadows on the walls slick with moisture. The stairs seemed endless, spiraling deeper and deeper until the light of the surface was a distant memory.

At last, she reached a cavernous chamber bathed in pale, spectral light. Stone pillars rose like ancient sentinels, their surfaces etched with the same carvings that had once adorned the attic walls. The space hummed with a low, malevolent frequency.



And there, at the center of the room, stood the Keeper.




Its form had changed—it was more solid now, less smoke and shadow. Its skeletal frame gleamed like polished bone, and its jagged teeth glinted in the pale light. Faint tendrils of darkness writhed around it, whispering secrets too ancient to comprehend.



“You’ve returned,” the Keeper intoned, its voice echoing through the chamber.



“I’m not here for you,” Mira said defiantly. “I’ve come for Elias.”



The Keeper’s hollow eyes gleamed. “He is mine.”



“Not anymore.”



The carvings on the pillars flared to life, and the air crackled with dark energy. The ground beneath Mira’s feet trembled, threatening to collapse.



“You cannot take what belongs to me,” the Keeper hissed. “But I will gladly claim you as well.”



Dark tendrils lashed out toward Mira. She raised the obsidian shard, and a brilliant light erupted from its surface, repelling the shadows.



“You’ll have to do better than that,” she snarled.



The Keeper’s laughter echoed through the chamber. “Very well. Let us see if you can survive the memories you seek.”



Chapter 2C: The Labyrinth of Guilt



The chamber dissolved into darkness, and Mira found herself standing in a twisted version of her childhood home. The walls were warped, the furniture rotting and covered in ash. The air smelled of decay.



Footsteps echoed behind her. She spun around to see a figure emerging from the shadows—it was Elias, his face gaunt and haunted.



“Mira,” he whispered.



Her heart leaped. “Elias!”



She ran toward him, but the floor shifted beneath her, and she stumbled. When she looked up, Elias was gone.



“No,” she gasped. “Elias!”



The walls closed in, and the shadows writhed like living creatures. Whispers filled the air—taunting, accusing.



“You let him go.”


“You were too afraid to face the Keeper.”

“You failed.”



“No!” Mira screamed. “It wasn’t my fault!”



The shadows laughed, their voices merging into a cacophony of torment. Mira clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.



“This isn’t real,” she whispered. “It’s a trick.”



The obsidian shard pulsed in her hand, and the shadows recoiled. The twisted version of her home wavered and then shattered like glass, revealing the cavern once more.




The Keeper stood at the center, its form flickering.



“You are stronger than I expected,” it admitted. “But strength is not enough.”



Mira raised the obsidian shard. “I’m not leaving without Elias.”



The carvings on the pillars flared brighter, and a portal opened—a swirling vortex of light and shadow.



The Keeper’s grin widened. “Then step through, and face what lies beyond.”



Chapter 2D: The Silent Rooms



Mira didn’t hesitate. She stepped into the portal, and the world dissolved around her.



When the chaos subsided, she found herself standing in a vast, featureless expanse. The ground was smooth and cold, and the sky was a swirling void of gray and black.



Figures wandered aimlessly in the distance—lost souls trapped in the Silent Rooms. Their faces were blank, their eyes empty.



Mira’s heart ached at the sight. She knew Elias was among them.



“Elias!” she called.



The figures did not react.



Despair threatened to consume her, but she gritted her teeth and pressed forward. She would not give up.



A faint glimmer caught her eye—a figure standing apart from the others. His form was faint, flickering like a dying flame.




“Elias,” she whispered.



He turned toward her, his eyes filled with recognition. “Mira?”



She ran to him, tears streaming down her face. “I found you!”



Elias’s form wavered. “You shouldn’t have come. It’s not safe.”



“I don’t care. I’m taking you home.”



The ground trembled, and the Keeper’s voice echoed through the void.



“You cannot defy me, Mira Thorne. The Silent Rooms belong to me.”



Dark tendrils erupted from the ground, wrapping around Elias. Mira clung to him, refusing to let go.



“I won’t lose you again!” she screamed.



The obsidian shard blazed with light, and the tendrils disintegrated. The Keeper howled in rage, its form unraveling.



The carvings on the ground flared, and the void began to collapse.



“Mira, you have to go!” Elias shouted.



“Not without you!”



Elias’s eyes were filled with sorrow. “I’ll find a way back. I promise.”



The light grew blinding, and Mira felt herself being pulled away.



“Elias!” she cried.



His voice echoed in her mind: Remember the veil… it’s not closed yet.

End of Part II (CHAPTERS 2A-2D)

Continued in:
Part III (CHAPTERS 3A-3G)
Release: 18th Feb,2025