Shadows of the Other World
Ethan's world shattered in an instant.
One moment, he was stepping into his home, tired after a long day of work, ready to embrace his
wife, Claire. The next, a blinding light engulfed
him, and the air was sucked from his lungs.
When his vision returned, he was no longer in his cozy living room. Instead, he stood in a dark,
misty forest, the scent of damp earth filling
his nostrils. The sky above him pulsed with an eerie crimson glow, and in his hands, he clutched a
gleaming dagger.
A voice echoed in his mind.
"Kill her, and you may return home."
His heart pounded. "Kill who?"
Then, through the shifting fog, a figure emerged.
His breath hitched.
It was Claire.
Or at least, it looked like her.
She stood motionless, her pale skin almost glowing in the unnatural light. Her eyes, however, were
not the warm brown he knew; they were pitch
black, like bottomless voids.
"Ethan," she whispered, her voice both familiar and distorted, as if layered with something inhuman.
His grip on the dagger tightened.
"This is a trick," he muttered. "You are not my wife."
The thing wearing Claire's face tilted its head. "You must kill me to leave."
Ethan hesitated. Every fiber of his being screamed against the thought. But the voice in his head
repeated its demand:
"Kill her, or be trapped forever."
But was she really just a doppelgänger? Or was there something more sinister at play?
The creature took a step forward. Ethan raised the dagger in defense, but something held him back.
"Why do you hesitate?" it asked, its voice almost pleading.
He searched for an answer but found none.
Would killing her truly set him free? Or was this a trap-a test of his morality?
His mind raced. If this world had the power to bring him here, it could be lying. What if killing her
meant losing himself?
His fingers trembled. He made his decision.
With a deep breath, he turned the dagger toward himself.
"If I have to kill you to leave, then I refuse. I'd rather die myself than lose my soul."
The world trembled. The figure before him smiled-not in malice, but in relief.
"You have chosen well."
A flash of light consumed him once more.
Ethan jolted awake on his living room floor, gasping. The dagger was gone. The forest was gone.
"Claire?" he called out.
She rushed in, worry etched across her face. "Ethan, are you okay? You just collapsed!"
He stared at her, his heart still racing. Her eyes-warm, brown, and full of love-searched his for
answers.
He pulled her into a tight embrace.
Whatever that test had been, he had passed.
And he was home.