Invisible Traces · A Horror Story No. 2
The Diary of Jordan Andersson
Alex Moonn
They all read the diary. They all made the same mistake. They all looked out the window.
October 1857. The waves throw Jordan Andersson onto the shore of Skjoldhavn like wreckage. In the fishing village, he begins to feel an itch under his skin, a ringing in his ears before sleep, dreams that don't feel like dreams. He begins to write. Decades later, the diary is found in an abandoned cabin in Skjoldhavn, a village that, according to official records, never existed.
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When I looked again he was at the window. The distance was impossible to cover in that amount of time. His face inches from the glass. Milky eyes, no visible pupils. His mouth moving without sound — but my mind translated it anyway:
"You woke something."
I yelled. Stumbled backward. When I could look again, he was gone.
The handprints stayed on the glass. Not dirt, not condensation. They were burns in the shape of fingers.
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