Amili’s House.
Night.
Her mother was dead.
Amili stood in the corner of the room, her back pressed against the wall.
Blood was everywhere.
On the floor.
On the walls.
The knife lay in the center of the room, half-submerged in the dark pool spreading slowly across the tiles.
The Christmas lights outside flickered through the window — red, green, red, green — painting the blood in alternating colors of celebration and horror.
She had called the police herself.
Her fingers had trembled as she dialed.
Her voice had been barely a whisper.
Now she sat in the back of a police car.
Handcuffs bit into her wrists.
Her face was marked with dried blood.
Her hands were covered in it.
Her hair was unstyled, wild, falling across her eyes.
Her head hung low.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow, broken breaths.
In her mind, a name echoed.
Over and over.
Like a bell that would not stop ringing.
Miller Jeff.
The car door opened.
“Come out,” Tom said.
Tom and Amili stood on the road.
Her arms were bound.
The cold air bit at her skin.
Police cars surrounded the house.
Blue and red lights washed over her face in waves.
Blue.
Red.
Blue.
Red.
The colors of emergency.
The colors of a life that had just ended.
Officers moved around them.
Taking photographs.
Stringing yellow tape.
Doing their work.
“What happened?” Tom asked.
His hands were in his jacket pockets.
He turned his head to look at her.
Amili’s eyes were full of tears.
She looked up at the sky.
A shiny sky.
Stars.
Clear.
Beautiful.
It was wrong that the sky could be so beautiful on a night like this.
A tear slid from her eye.
She looked at Tom.
“I…
I came from the Christmas party.
And…” She wiped her tears with her bound hands.
“From somewhere, strips appeared.
I don’t know what they were.
But they held my hand.
They took control.
They picked up the knife.
And they hit my mother’s chest.” Her voice was heavy.
A crying accent that made the words tremble.
“She screamed.
For a minute.
Then she lay on the floor.
But those blades…
they made her hit.
Several times.” Tom looked at her.
He inhaled deeply.
Exhaled.
The cold air turned his breath to mist.
“Amili.
I can understand you.
And what has been going on these last few days — I don’t know about all of it.
But no one will believe you if you say this.
On the knife, there are your fingerprints.
And there is no proof of any kind of strips.
Not in your home.
Not on your body.
There was just…
a knife.” His eyes were dull.
Sad.
The eyes of a man who had seen too much truth and too little justice.
“I know that no one will believe me,” Amili said.
She looked away.
Into the darkness.
Into nothing.
“But believe me, kiddo.” Tom’s voice softened.
A small smile touched his weathered face.
“I will save you.” Amili nodded.
A small, broken movement.
“Okay.
Did your mother say anything else?
Before dying?” Tom asked.
“Hm.” Amili’s voice was quiet.
“She said that Carlos was not my father.” “What?” Tom said.
He placed a cigarette between his lips.
His hands were steady.
“So who is your father?” “Miller Jeff,” Amili said.
The cigarette fell from Tom’s lips.
It tumbled to the ground.
He stared at her.
His eyes went wide.
Wild.
“Are you sure she said Miller Jeff?” Tom asked.
His voice was different now.
Sharper.
Urgent.
“Yes.
I can’t forget that moment,” Amili said.
An officer approached from behind.
“Sir, we have to take her.” “Don’t worry.
We are all with you,” Tom said to Amili.
He nodded to the officer.
The officer took her arm.
Guided her into the car.
The door closed.
The car pulled away.
Blue and red lights faded into the night.
— Blinc, Lomro, Cult, and Zander came sprinting down the street.
Their breath was heavy.
Their chests heaved.
They had run all the way from the school party.
“Officer Tom!
What happened?
Where is Amili?” Blinc asked.
His voice was desperate.
His eyes were wild.
Tom looked at them for a long moment.
“Come with me,” he said.
He turned and walked away.
He led them into a small alley.
Away from the lights.
Away from the officers.
Away from ears that should not hear.
“Listen.
Amili’s mother was murdered,” Tom said.
“What?” Zander’s voice cracked.
“How?” Blinc asked.
His face was tight with worry.
“Amili was saying that some strips appeared.
They held her hand.
Made her kill her mother.
But in police records, we will see evidence.
And the evidence says that Amili killed her mother.” “But—” Blinc and Cult both started.
“Yes.
I know this is not the truth.
But all evidence says the killer is Amili.
So in court, we have to take some time.
Investigate.
It’s just an excuse.
We need time to understand things.
Until then, you all don’t do anything,” Tom said.
His voice was firm.
Final.
“But where is Amili?” Blinc asked.
“She is in the police station.” “Okay.” Blinc turned to go.
Tom grabbed his shoulder.
His grip was tight.
“Calm down.
I will tell you when you can meet her.” “But—!” Zander began.
“This is not over yet.” Tom’s voice was iron.
“Do you all understand?” Everyone nodded.
“Okay.
But we want to show you something,” Cult said.
He pulled out a folded drawing from his pocket.
Tom looked at the drawing.
A tower.
The other world.
“Your drawing is much better.
But you could make something else of this shit tower.” “Oh!
I didn’t make this!” Cult said.
Lomro took the drawing.
Turned it over.
On the back, a name.
Miller Jeff.
Tom’s face went blank.
His mind raced back.
Eighteen years.
A missing person’s file.
A name that had haunted him.
Miller Jeff.
Amili’s mother had spoken that name with her dying breath.
And now this drawing.
Made by the same man.
Eighteen years ago.
“What the f—” Tom whispered.
He looked away from them.
His hand tightened around the paper.
“What happened?” Zander asked.
“Nothing.
Give this to me.” Tom took the drawing.
He folded it carefully.
He placed it in his jacket pocket.
“And listen to me carefully.
You all go home.
Take care of yourselves.
And each other.
I don’t want to hear any excuses.” “Okay.
Fine,” Lomro said.
They turned to leave.
Blinc stopped.
He looked back at Tom.
“Hey,” Blinc said.
“We trust you.
We all do.” He nodded.
Tom nodded back.
Blinc walked away.
Tom stood alone.
He looked at the drawing in his pocket.
Then at the ground.
Then at the sky.
He took a deep breath.
The cold air filled his lungs.
He walked to his car.
Sat inside.
Kept the drawing in his jacket.
Started the engine.
Changed the gear.
“Fucking Miller,” Tom said.
He drove into the night.
— Blinc’s House.
His Room.
His mother was home.
Christmas night.
Outside, people celebrated.
Lights glowed on the streets.
Children laughed.
Life continued.
But in the room, four of them sat in silence.
One on the couch.
One on the bed.
One on the floor.
One on the chair.
“What do we do now?” Zander asked.
His hand rested on his head.
He sat on the edge of the bed.
“As Tom said.
Nothing,” Lomro said.
He was against the wall.
Sitting on the floor.
Silent.
“But after we defeated that Karbu…
I thought we had won.” Cult lay on the couch.
Staring at the ceiling.
“But this is not winning.” “One thing I can’t understand.
If the gate was closed and the C.D.
was destroyed, why did this happen?” Blinc sat near the window.
Looking out at the lights.
“Yeah.
By the way, where is the C.D.?” Lomro asked.
Blinc looked at Lomro.
Then at Zander.
“What?” Zander asked.
“Where is the C.D.?” Blinc’s voice was low.
Dangerous.
“I don’t know,” Zander said.
“What?
You both didn’t check the C.D.?” Cult sat up.
“Because we were both injured.
Tired.
We forgot.
And the player exploded that day.
The gate was closed,” Zander said.
“Just closed.” Blinc’s eyes went wide.
His face changed.
Shock.
Realization.
He stood up.
“By invisible force,” Blinc said.
Zander’s face went pale.
He stood up too.
“It means…” Zander said.
“The gate was still open,” Lomro said.
His voice was strange.
Hollow.
He was standing now.
“Which means the C.D.
is still fine,” Cult said.
He remained on the couch.
Frozen.
Silence.
Blinc, Zander, and Lomro ran out of the room.
“Hey!
Wait for me!” Cult scrambled to his feet.
They ran down the stairs.
Blinc’s mother stood at the bottom.
“Merry Christmas,” Blinc said.
He kissed her forehead.
Kept moving.
“Merry Christmas, Aunty,” each of them said as they passed.
They grabbed jackets.
Pulled on shoes.
Ran out into the cold night.
— Inose’s House.
She sat at her desk.
The book from the other world lay open before her.
The one William had brought back from the basement beneath the tower.
She read carefully.
Slowly.
Her finger traced the ancient words.
“The sky hides things from eyes because of a mistake of nature.
To make HIM not succeed.” She turned the page.
“When nature makes a mistake in creation, someone must fix it.” She couldn’t understand.
She looked down.
Turned another page.
“When time passes and passes, there is an end.
The end is called death.
And the mistake dies.” She closed the book.
The words swirled in her mind.
She couldn’t make sense of them.
She stood up.
Looked out the window.
Blinc and the others were running past.
Their figures were dark against the snow.
Their breath was mist in the cold air.
She turned.
Grabbed her jacket.
Ran out of the house.
— The Miller Jeff House.
Zander hung out of the window.
His fingers stretched down.
He grabbed the C.D.
player from the ledge.
He pulled himself back inside.
They all gathered around.
Staring at the player.
Their eyes were frozen.
The C.D.
player was dead.
It looked like it had caught fire.
The plastic was melted.
The wires were exposed.
But there was no C.D.
inside.
Inose Came Breathing heavily.
“What happened?” “The C.D.
is missing,” Zander said.
Blinc turned.
He faced the door.
The gate to the other world.
He grabbed the handle.
Thought for a moment.
Behind him, everyone was ready.
Blinc turned the lock.
Pushed.
The door didn’t move.
He pushed harder.
Harder.
It wouldn’t budge.
“What happened?” Lomro asked.
“It…
it’s not opening,” Blinc said.
He shoved the door with his shoulder.
“Blinc, stop.
It’s happened before.
We can’t open it,” Zander said.
“Yes.
We have to find the C.D.,” Blinc said.
His voice was hard.
Determined.
— Outside the Miller Jeff House.
They walked back toward home.
Zander was telling Inose about Amili’s mother.
They walked behind the others, separated by a small distance.
“We are in a very bad situation,” Zander said.
“Yeah.
But we can’t leave it.
Because of Amili.
That thing wants something from Amili,” Inose said.
“She also deserves to be happy.” Inose looked at Blinc, walking slowly ahead.
“They both do.” Zander looked at Inose.
Then at Blinc.
Then back at Inose.
A soft smile touched his face.
Suddenly, a voice from behind.
“Hi, Zander.
Inose.” Mrs.
Milli.
Their science teacher.
Everyone stopped.
Turned to look at her.
“Are you coming from the school party?” Mrs.
Milli asked.
A soft smile on her face.
“Yes,” Inose said.
“Okay.
I want to give you this.” She held out an invitation card.
“Invitation for a party.
Tomorrow night.
You all have to come, okay?” Zander took the card.
Looked at it.
“What is this party for?” “Just a small event.
For students,” Mrs.
Milli said.
“You’re going home?” Blinc asked.
His eyes narrowed.
“Oh, yes.” Mrs.
Milli smiled and moved away.
“But her house is that way,” Blinc said.
He pointed in the opposite direction.
They watched her walk into the darkness.
— Empty Road.
Near the Farms.
Amili sat in the back of the police car.
Her hands were cuffed.
Her head rested against the cold window.
Outside, the fields passed in darkness.
She realized something.
This was not the way to the police station.
She looked forward.
“Officer?
Where are we going?
This is not the way to the police station.” No answer.
The officers stared ahead.
The cars behind them followed in perfect formation.
She looked closer.
In every car, the officers were not blinking.
“Officer.” “Officer.” “Officer!” Amili shouted.
Both officers jolted.
Their heads turned.
They looked back at her.
“Where are we going?” Amili asked.
The officer looked ahead again.
“When we take this route—” Suddenly, the streetlights died.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Only the headlights remained.
Two beams of light cutting through the black.
Then a woman’s shadow appeared in front of the car.
The officer slammed the brakes.
The car screeched to a halt.
The car behind collided with them.
Metal crunched against metal.
Officers from the other cars stepped out.
Their heads were down.
Their movements were strange.
Wrong.
“When we take this route…” A sound came from the darkness.
Crying.
A woman’s cry.
Soft.
Broken.
The officers moved toward the sound.
Their guns were drawn.
Then silence.
Other officers grabbed torches.
They swept the beams across the road.
Nothing.
Then they saw it.
A body.
Just a chest.
No hands.
No legs.
No head.
Lying on the ground.
Blood pooling beneath it.
The officers stepped back.
Their guns were raised.
Their hands trembled.
A hand shot out from the darkness.
It grabbed an officer’s throat.
Long nails sank into his flesh.
He couldn’t scream.
The hand threw him under the car.
Amili watched from inside.
Her eyes were wide.
Her breath was shallow.
Two officers pulled the fallen man from under the car.
They saw something on his chest.
A green-colored stone.
Embedded in his flesh.
One officer narrowed his eyes.
He reached out.
Touched it.
It exploded.
The blast hit the car behind Amili.
The car flipped.
It crashed into Amili’s car.
Her car overturned.
The roof hit the ground.
The wheels spun in the air.
Amili’s head hit the window.
Everything went black.
— When she opened her eyes, the world was fire.
The overturned car was surrounded by flames.
Fog had rolled in.
Thick.
White.
Impenetrable.
Through the fog, she saw shadows.
A woman.
Moving.
Killing.
Not killing with knives.
Not killing with guns.
Killing with her bare hands.
Tearing bodies apart.
Arms.
Legs.
Chests.
Blood flew through the air like rain.
It fell to the ground in dark splashes.
Amili crawled out of the car.
Her body was broken.
She couldn’t stand.
Blood ran from her head.
She lay on the cold ground.
The screaming stopped.
Everything went silent.
Amili raised her head.
Through the fog, through the burning fire, a woman walked out.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Bare feet emerged from the mist.
Brown formal pants.
A white shirt coated in blood.
Long, golden hair hanging loose.
Open.
Wild.
Mrs.
Milli.
Her face was covered in blood.
Her hands were red.
Amili’s eyes went wide.
Her face filled with shock.
She pressed her hands against the ground.
Tried to push herself up.
Mrs.
Milli stood in front of her.
“You guys have caused a lot of trouble,” Milli said.
She grabbed Amili’s hair.
Pulled her head back.
Milli’s skin began to change.
It turned to dust.
It blew away in the wind.
And beneath it — the real person emerged.
Nine feet tall.
A woman.
Long white hair.
Bright skin.
Dark black eyes — no white in them.
Just endless black.
Violet cracks ran across her body like lightning frozen in stone.
She wore a violet long jacket.
Black clothes beneath.
Violet pants.
Grey shoes on her feet.
She lifted Amili by her hair.
Amili’s feet left the ground.
She hung there.
Her scalp burned.
Her eyes were red with pain.
But she did not shout.
She did not cry.
“Very brave,” the woman said.
Her voice echoed.
Like it came from everywhere and nowhere at once.
“Who are you?” Amili asked.
Her voice was steady.
Defiant.
“You don’t need to know.
Don’t say too much.
Or I’ll skin you alive.” “Try hitting me.
And my boyfriend will tear you into pieces,” Amili said.
Her eyes burned.
“Everyone will die,” the woman said.
She opened her mouth.
Wider than any human mouth should open.
A golden light flowed from Amili’s body.
It poured into the woman’s mouth.
Amili’s body went limp.
Her eyes closed.
The light faded.
The woman released her.
Amili fell to the ground.
Unconscious.
Empty.
The woman turned away.
Dust swirled around her body.
When it cleared, she was Mrs.
Milli again.
She walked into the fog.
And disappeared.
— To be continued…
— Author’s Note Dear Readers, Thank you for continuing this journey with me.
Volume 2 begins here — darker, deeper, and more dangerous than before.
The enemy has revealed herself.
Amili is in chains.
The C.D.
is missing.
And Mrs.
Milli is not who she seemed.
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