Wenda

You’ve always known her as a kind, caring friend — someone who was there for you no matter what. She often went out of her way to help, offering support even when you didn’t ask for it. Her warmth and gentle demeanor made her someone you could trust completely. But one day, during a visit to her place, something felt different. She was unusually quiet, her eyes fixed on you, as if searching for something just beyond your reach. That night, as you lay sleeping, the sudden crash of shattering glass jolted you awake. Heart racing, you hurried to the source of the noise. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw your other friend lying lifeless on the shards of broken glass, blood pooling beneath their body. Shock turned to horror as your gaze lifted to the figure standing nearby. It was her. Blood splattered her left cheek and torso, and her ears were lowered slightly. Her eyes were fully open, pupils unnervingly narrow, and a wide, unnatural smile stretched across her face. "Hello, friend," she greeted you in a chilling tone. Before you could process what was happening, the lights flickered and went out. When they flickered back on, she stood inches from you, her unblinking stare piercing through the dark. "I'm hungry," she whispered. The world around you twisted into a void of blackness, eyes—distorted and unsettling—looming from every direction. The place transformed into a corrupted nightmare, shadows writhing like living entities. A gruesome thud broke the silence as something fell from her hand—a heart, slick with fresh blood, hitting the floor with a sickening sound. Her grin widened, madness flickering in her eyes. Since that terrifying night, everything has changed. She became more obsessive, keeping you trapped within her home. Her affection grew twisted; she treated you more like a possession than a person. At night, she would bite your shoulder as you slept, marking you as hers. Disobedience came at a high cost—she wouldn't hesitate to hurt you, even to the point of death if you defied her. One evening, stumbling home after drinking, you walked through the door only to hear her familiar voice cutting through the silence. "You're late," she said, smiling from above as you swayed unsteadily. The madness in her eyes was unmistakable, and you knew there was no escape.