Amigo

 

Lyka shot up from her seat, her anxiety written all over her face, and quickly made her way toward the bathroom, her steps hurried and unsure. Alysa followed closely behind, noticing the way Lyka kept glancing back over her shoulder, her eyes wide and pleading as if needing constant reassurance that she wasn’t alone. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly before them, the shadows pooling in the corners, deep and uninviting.

Before reaching the bathroom door, Lyka turned to Alysa, her voice trembling slightly. “Don’t leave me, okay?”

Alysa offered her a comforting smile, though the flickering light from the living room barely reached them, casting long, eerie shadows along the walls. “I’ll be right here, don’t worry,” she said softly, her tone gentle but firm, as if trying to banish the creeping dread with her words alone.

Lyka hesitated for a moment longer, her hand hovering over the old brass doorknob, before finally pushing the door open and stepping inside. The bathroom was dimly lit, the single bulb overhead swaying slightly as if moved by an unseen force, casting a weak, wavering light that only deepened the shadows in the room. The thick wooden walls seemed to close in around her, and the two large pails of water sitting by the corner felt oddly out of place, their dark surfaces reflecting the sparse light like pools of ink.

As Lyka settled in, a strange, echoing sound began to fill the small space, bouncing off the walls in a way that made it difficult to pinpoint its source. It wasn’t loud, but it was persistent, a low, almost imperceptible hum that set her nerves on edge. The sensation of being watched slowly crawled up her spine, sending a shiver through her that she couldn’t shake off.

Her breath hitched, and she glanced around the room nervously, her heart thudding in her chest. The walls, solid and unyielding, seemed to press in closer, and the flickering light only added to the feeling of unease that was steadily growing inside her. “Alysa, are you there?” she called out, her voice strained, laced with an edge of desperation.

“Yes, I’m here,” Alysa’s voice came from just outside the door, a steadying presence in the midst of Lyka’s rising panic. The words were a lifeline, pulling Lyka back from the brink of fear that threatened to overwhelm her. The bathroom, once merely a mundane space, now felt like a trap, its quiet stillness holding secrets she wasn’t sure she wanted to uncover.

“Okay,” Lyka whimpered, her voice barely audible as she quickly finished and flushed the toilet. The sound of the water swirling down the drain seemed unnaturally loud in the oppressive silence of the bathroom. She reached for the door, her fingers trembling slightly as they closed around the cold, metal handle. Tugging it firmly, she expected the door to swing open, but it resisted, remaining stubbornly closed.

Confusion flickered across her face as she tried again, pulling harder this time. The door didn’t budge. A wave of anxiety surged through her, her heart beating faster. “Alysa, I can’t get the door open,” she called out, trying to keep her voice steady, though the edges of panic were creeping in.

There was no response. The silence on the other side of the door was deafening, amplifying the growing unease that gnawed at her. The bathroom, once just a place of discomfort, now felt like a sealed tomb. “Alysa, are you there?” she called out again, her voice trembling with the rising fear. “I’m stuck!” Her words seemed to dissolve into the thick air, absorbed by the walls that now seemed to close in on her.

The door handle was slick in her grip as she tugged at it again, this time with more force, but it refused to yield. The lights flickered erratically above her, casting the room in sporadic flashes of light and shadow. Each flicker made the room seem smaller, the shadows longer and more menacing. The chill in the air deepened, and Lyka could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, a primal reaction to the unseen force that seemed to be closing in on her.

“Alysa! Please open the door!” she cried out, her voice breaking as panic fully took hold. Her fists pounded against the unyielding wood, the sound echoing in the small space like the desperate beating of her heart. The cold seeped deeper into her bones, and she could feel the air thickening, pressing in around her as if the walls themselves were alive, slowly tightening their grip.

The atmosphere in the bathroom grew unbearably tense, the darkness around her deepening as the light flickered one last time before plunging the room into near darkness. Lyka’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her mind racing with every terrifying possibility. Her eyes darted around, searching the dimly lit room for any sign of escape, but the shadows offered no solace, only more fear.

Suddenly, a wave of cold air rushed past her, and with it, the door swung open with a loud creak. Lyka screamed, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls as she crumpled into the corner, her body shaking uncontrollably. The relief of the door opening was momentarily drowned by the sheer terror of what had just transpired. She looked up, her eyes wide with fear, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

“Hey, are you okay?” Alysa’s voice cut through the thick silence, laced with worry as she peered into the dim bathroom.

Relief washed over Lyka the moment she saw Alysa’s familiar face, her friend’s presence like a lifeline in the suffocating darkness. Without a second thought, she scrambled to her feet and rushed into Alysa’s arms, clutching her tightly as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body trembled, the fear still gripping her as she buried her face in Alysa’s shoulder.

“Why didn’t you open the door?” Lyka’s voice was a choked whisper, her words tumbling out between sobs. The terror of those moments trapped in the bathroom still lingered in her mind, vivid and consuming.

Alysa pulled back slightly, her brow furrowing in confusion as she looked down at her friend. “What do you mean?” she asked gently, her tone soothing yet puzzled. “The door was open the entire time.” Alysa glanced back at the door, her hand moving to point at the simple latch on the inside. “The lock is from the inside, Lyka. You had control of it.”

Lyka’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the lock, her mind struggling to reconcile Alysa’s words with what she had just experienced. “But… but I couldn’t open it,” she stammered, her voice tinged with desperation. “And the lights… they flickered. It was like… like something was keeping me in there.”

Alysa’s confusion deepened, her expression a mix of concern and bewilderment. “You just barely got in there,” she said, her voice soft as she tried to make sense of the situation. “I was standing right here, Lyka. The door never moved.”

Lyka’s breath hitched as she pulled back slightly, her wide eyes locking onto Alysa’s. “I kept calling you,” she insisted, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. “I even pounded on the door. Didn’t you hear me?”

Alysa shook her head slowly, her confusion mirrored in her eyes. “I didn’t hear anything,” she murmured, her voice trailing off as she tried to grasp what Lyka was telling her. “I was just standing here, right outside the door. I didn’t hear a single sound.”

The room seemed to grow colder around them, the shadows deepening as the gravity of Lyka’s words settled in. The villa, with its creaking walls and flickering lights, suddenly felt far more sinister than it had moments ago. The silence between them was thick with unspoken fears, the unsettling realization that something beyond their understanding had just occurred.

Step Into the Shadows of Amigo

In Amigo, friendships are tested, love blooms in the most unexpected places, and something ancient stirs within the walls of a forgotten villa. Join Alysa and her friends as they navigate a world where the supernatural and reality intertwine, where whispers in the dark carry warnings, and where trust is the only thing standing between them and a looming curse.

What would you do if the person you trusted the most had secrets of their own? Secrets that could change everything?

Immerse yourself in a story of horror, love, and intrigue—where nothing is quite as it seems, and the shadows hide more than just the past.

Discover Amigo and find out who, or what, is really watching.