They stood in the aftermath, breathing hard, shaking, stunned. The circle of stones hummed, then dimmed. The forest returned to normal—birds chirped. Leaves rustled.
Ben sat on a rock, wiping black blood from his shirt. "What the hell just happened?"
"I think we did it," Sarah said, stunned. "We closed the gate."
Mark didn't answer.
He looked down at his hand—the one he'd cut. Blood still trickled from it... but beneath the skin, something moved.
A black thread.
Thin. Snake-like. It slid under his flesh, vanishing up his wrist.
His heart skipped. But he said nothing.
That night, while the others slept, Mark lay awake, eyes wide.
In his mind, a voice whispered:
"N'Zarul awakens."
He clenched the blanket and bit down on a scream.
The gate had closed.
But something had come through.
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The dark Inheritance: The Gate to HELL
HorrorWhen Mark inherits his grandfather's remote farmhouse, he thinks it's a chance to escape his crumbling city life. But the peaceful countryside holds ancient secrets-and something far darker than he ever imagined. Beneath the ruins of a rusted barn l...
