The Psychic's Vision: Vision
The Psychic's Vision: Vision
The dim glow of flickering candles barely lit the room. Thick curtains blocked the moonlight, and the scent of burning sage lingered in the air. Amelia sat in front of a crystal ball, her hands hovering over it as shadows twisted unnaturally along the walls.
"You must not seek answers you are not prepared to face," she whispered to herself, her breath shallow.
Just as she closed her eyes, a knock at the door made her flinch. She knew who it was before even asking.
"Come in, Mr. Reynolds," she called.
The door creaked open, revealing a tall, gaunt man with weary eyes. He hesitated before stepping inside. "Miss Amelia, I need your help. My daughter... she’s missing."
Amelia’s fingers twitched. She had seen his face in her visions.
"Sit," she instructed, gesturing toward the chair across from her.
The Premonition
Mr. Reynolds wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers. "She disappeared last night. No signs of struggle, no forced entry. It’s like she just vanished into thin air."
Amelia placed her fingers on the crystal ball, feeling a surge of cold rush through her veins. Her breath hitched as the glass clouded over with an eerie mist.
A girl stood in a dark forest, her eyes wide with terror. Behind her, a shadow loomed—tall, faceless, with elongated fingers reaching out.
Amelia gasped and withdrew her hands.
"What? What did you see?" Mr. Reynolds demanded.
"Your daughter… she’s not alone. Something has taken her."
His face turned pale. "Where? Tell me!"
"A forest," Amelia murmured. "A place lost to time. But there is something else… something dark."
The Journey Into Darkness
That night, Amelia and Mr. Reynolds drove toward the old Blackwood Forest. The trees loomed overhead like silent watchers, their twisted branches clawing at the sky.
"This place has been abandoned for decades," Mr. Reynolds muttered.
"Not by everything," Amelia replied, stepping out of the car.
With each step into the forest, the air grew colder. Whispers danced around them, voices neither fully human nor entirely real.
"Daddy?" A faint voice called.
Mr. Reynolds turned sharply. "Lily?"
The voice echoed again, softer this time. Amelia grabbed his arm. "Don’t trust it. That’s not her."
The Phantom's Grasp
Suddenly, the ground beneath them shifted. Shadows slithered between the trees, growing denser, forming something solid.
A figure emerged—a towering, featureless entity, its elongated fingers stretching toward them.
"She belongs to me now," it whispered.
Amelia’s heart pounded. "No! You can’t have her!"
She grasped a charm around her neck, muttering an incantation. The entity screeched, recoiling as Amelia pressed forward.
"Where is she?" Mr. Reynolds shouted.
The shadows parted slightly, revealing a small figure curled up in the roots of a twisted tree.
"Lily!" He rushed forward.
Amelia felt a sudden force wrap around her throat, lifting her off the ground. The entity’s grip was freezing, draining the warmth from her body.
"You see too much," it hissed.
Gathering every ounce of strength, Amelia forced a final word from her lips: "Begone!"
The Aftermath
A brilliant flash erupted from her pendant, and the entity let out a horrific wail before vanishing into the darkness.
Amelia collapsed, gasping for breath.
Mr. Reynolds clutched Lily tightly. "She’s safe! Oh, God, thank you!"
Amelia watched as the shadows retreated, but she knew this was not the end. The visions never truly stopped.
As she and Mr. Reynolds walked back toward the car, the wind carried a whisper.
"I will return…"
Echoes of the Future
Days passed, but Amelia felt uneasy. The vision had ended, but something lingered. Each night, she woke to whispers at the edge of her mind.
One evening, she sat before her crystal ball again. As soon as her fingers touched the glass, the mist inside swirled violently.
The entity had not disappeared. It was waiting. Watching.
And this time, it wasn’t after Lily.
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