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Friday the 13th – Nora Morgan’s Thoughts as the Night Begins

Tonight, the world feels like it’s on the edge of something unspeakable. The air is thick with tension, and every breath feels heavier than the last. I can hear the distant murmur of the town, a quiet restlessness that mirrors the storm brewing inside me. We’ve fought so hard to get to this point—to uncover the darkness that has woven its way into the heart of Watertown. But now, standing at the precipice of what’s to come, I’m not sure if I’m ready for what’s waiting on the other side.

Bret has been my rock through all of this, his determination unwavering even as the ground shifted beneath us. But even he can’t see the full weight of what lies ahead. Moira… she’s more than just an opponent. She’s the embodiment of everything that’s been wrong for so long. Her power, her control—it’s seeped into every corner of this town, turning friends into strangers and loved ones into enemies. And now, the final confrontation looms, with so much at stake.

I’m scared. Terrified, actually. Not just for Bret and me, but for everyone who’s caught in this web of deceit and danger. The truth we’ve uncovered feels like a double-edged sword—on one side, the liberation of knowing what’s real, but on the other, the crushing weight of the darkness that comes with it. The vortex, the sacrifices… it’s all too much to bear sometimes. I worry about what will happen if we fail. What if Moira is right? What if this town can’t survive without her twisted version of balance?

But deep down, I know we have no choice. We can’t let fear dictate our actions, not anymore. We have to fight, even if the odds are stacked against us. Tonight, it all comes to a head, and as much as I wish I could turn away, I know I won’t. Bret won’t let me. I won’t let me.

There’s a quiet before the storm now—a stillness that feels like the world is holding its breath. I can feel the weight of it pressing down on me, tightening in my chest. But I’ll breathe through it. I have to. For Bret. For Watertown. For all the people who have suffered in silence under Moira’s reign. Tonight, we face the darkness head-on, and whatever happens next… we’ll face it together.

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