@ℍ𝔼ℝ𝕄𝔼𝕊 Sorry for the late response and I don't mind at all! It's just a short story that I'm making. It's called "Unseen". I'm first doing a rough draft (as most do) to see if its worthy to make it into a mini webtoon. The story is about Neveah, the mc who we're following along who is noticing how her sister is looking more, and more like the monster in her dream. I haven't completely finished it since I am only at the beginning chapters, but here the the prologue I made for it: **Everyday, I always had the same dream. I would stand face to face with a monster - one would call “sister”. If you met *my* sister and this creature, you would not be able to tell them apart. The same eyes, the same face, voice except for one thing - that smile. The monster felt wrong. It felt cold. But little did I know, this dream would soon twist into something far more real than I ever imagined. One afternoon, while unloading groceries with my mom, I asked my sister if she could help in the basement. The air felt heavy, as if something unseen was pressing in from all sides. My sister’s voice came from downstairs, muffled and distant, yet it sent an unexplainable chill creeping down my spine. "No," she said. Her refusal caught me off guard since she always helped me out. But there was something off about the way she said it, it was too cold. I brushed it off, blaming the cool breeze coming in from the door that was slightly open, but as I walked back up the stairs, my heart pounded with unease. It was as if something was wrong, something I couldn't quite place, like a shadow lurking just out of view. Trying to shake the feeling, I told my mom, half-laughing to mask my discomfort. “Mom, I asked Angela for help, but she flat-out said no. Rude, right?” But my mom’s reaction wasn’t what I expected. Her face froze, a look of confusion and quiet alarm settling in. “Your sister went to work this morning,” she said, her voice oddly soft. The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and that same chill that I had felt before I crawled down my spine again, colder now. I turned to look at the basement stairs, my heart pounded my chest. I never told anyone about what happened that day. Not then, not ever. Because sometimes, there are things you can’t explain. Things you wish weren’t real, but are. And the more I thought about it, the more I was certain: whatever I saw that day, whatever wasn't my sister, and it wasn’t just *a dream* anymore.** Also I'm up to any criticism! ヾ(•ω•`)o
