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The Sister part 4

Wed, 26 Feb 2025 16:08:00 +0000

Chapter 4: Robby’s P.O.V.

Robby had known there was something different about Maci the moment he laid eyes on her in the town. There was an innocence about her, but also a quiet sadness that stirred something in him. He couldn't explain it, but he was drawn to her in a way he hadn’t expected.
He’d told himself to stay away. She was a nun, after all. His town wasn’t big, and rumors spread quickly. A relationship with someone like her—someone who had taken vows, who was bound to the convent—would never end well. Still, he found himself watching her every chance he got, stealing moments to exchange glances or brief words whenever she came into town to buy supplies.
It had been months, and Robby knew he was playing a dangerous game. But she was the one who had captured his attention from the first moment he saw her. She wasn’t like the other nuns he had known in his life—distant, cold, and austere. No, Maci was different. She had a way about her that made Robby feel seen, something rare in a world where he often felt overlooked. Her laugh was like the tinkling of wind chimes, light and musical, and her eyes—those deep blue eyes—held secrets he would never know but desperately wanted to yet she had taken a vow, and that vow meant she belonged to God, not to any earthly love, least of all to him.
Tonight, under the cover of darkness, he made his decision.
The nuns had long since settled into their evening prayers, their ritualistic chanting filling the halls of the abbey. Robby had heard the tales—the warnings about the dark presence that haunted the convent. But he wasn’t afraid. Not tonight.
He moved quietly through the woods, the sounds of the night wrapping around him like a cloak. The path to the abbey was familiar now, and he knew the back gate would be unlocked for the deliveries.
His heart raced as he slipped inside, the cold stone of the abbey walls pressing against him. He searched for Maci’s room. His breath caught in his throat as he approached the chapel, where she would most likely be. The dim candlelight flickered in the windows.
There she was, kneeling in the silence of the chapel, the shadows dancing around her. Maci’s head was bowed in prayer, but her shoulders were tense. The weight of her devotion seemed to suffocate her.
He moved quietly, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the thick stone floor. He didn’t want to startle her, but he couldn’t stay away.
“Maci,” he whispered, his voice low and urgent.
She looked up, her eyes wide, startled at first. But when she saw him, something shifted in her gaze. She didn’t speak at first, just stared at him with a mixture of confusion and relief. It was as if the very sight of him made her realize she wasn’t as trapped as she had believed.
“Robby,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. There was an almost painful longing in her expression, the kind that spoke of yearning and restraint.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, rising from her knees, but she didn’t move away. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I couldn’t stay away,” he said, stepping closer. “I’ve thought about you every day since I saw you. I had to see you again.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, they stood in the quiet, the space between them charged with unspoken words, unacknowledged desires. Maci’s fingers twitched at her rosary, but it seemed to hold no power here. Not in this moment, not with him so close.
The pull was undeniable.
Without another word, Robby reached out and cupped her face gently in his hands, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, as if she couldn’t help herself. He leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. But she didn’t.
And then, in the stillness of the chapel, their lips met.
It was soft at first—tentative, as though neither of them quite believed this was happening. But then, something inside Maci seemed to break. Her hands reached up to clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. She felt alive in a way she hadn’t known was possible. For just a moment, the weight of the vows, the convent, the prayer—it all melted away. There was only this, only the warmth of his lips on hers, the thrum of her heart in her chest.
But as quickly as it had begun, it ended. Robby pulled away, his breath ragged. He looked at her, his eyes searching for something in her face.
“Maci… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But I couldn’t stay away any longer.”
She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. A thousand emotions swirled in her chest, and all she could do was look at him, her heart torn between a life she was supposed to lead and one she didn’t know how to name.
Without another word, Robby turned and slipped out of the chapel, vanishing into the night.
Maci stood there for a long time, her hand pressed to her lips, as if trying to hold onto the feeling of him. Her heart was racing. She had no idea what any of this meant, but she knew one thing: she was in too deep now.
As Robby made his way back to the town, the night air seemed colder, heavier. His footsteps quickened as he reached the edge of the woods, but something made him stop.
From the corner of his eye, he saw her.
The figure in the dark habit stood just outside the tree line, her back straight, her face hidden beneath the hood. A nun?
Robby froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never seen this women before, she's never answered the door when he dropped off the delivieries.
The figure did not move. Did not speak. But Robby felt her eyes on him, cold and accusing, as if she were waiting for something.
For a moment, time seemed to stretch, the air thick with an invisible tension.
And then, slowly, the figure stepped back into the darkness.
Robby didn’t waste any time. His breath came in short, terrified gasps as he sprinted back toward the town, the whisper of the nun’s presence still lingering in the air, like a shadow following him. He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew one thing for sure: something dark was at work.

The Sister ( A nun continuation)

Mon, 24 Feb 2025 17:28:53 +0000

The bells toll in the distance, their haunting chimes echoing through the empty halls of Saint Agnes Abbey. Maci flinches, the sound sharp in the silence. It’s 3 a.m. The hour when the world sleeps, but not here—not in the convent. Here, the night never truly feels dark, as though the very walls are bathed in a constant, unnatural glow.

Maci sits on the edge of her small bed, her hands trembling as they clasp the rosary she was given on her first day. The beads feel cold against her fingers, the smoothness of each one reminding her that she is meant to be focused, to be meditative. To pray. But she doesn’t know why.

It’s a question that haunts her every waking moment.

She doesn’t belong here—not really. She never imagined her life would be one of quiet prayer and sacred rituals. When she was younger, she’d dreamed of something more—something full of adventure, perhaps even love. But here, behind these heavy stone walls, she feels… trapped.

The sisters tell her it’s a gift. To give oneself over to prayer, to silence, to devotion. They say it’s the only way to truly connect with the divine. But Maci doesn’t understand. She doesn’t feel connected.

In the stillness of her small, plain room, she stares at the crucifix above her bed. Its eyes seem to watch her, unblinking, unfeeling. Why must she pray so often? Why must she spend every waking moment in pursuit of something she doesn’t understand? The constant weight of the prayers, the repetition—it’s suffocating. She’s drowning in it.

A soft knock at her door breaks her from her thoughts. Maci quickly rises, smoothing the rough habit she wears.

“Come in,” she calls, though she’s not sure who it could be at this hour.

The door creaks open, and Sister Agnes steps in, her face as pale as the moonlight that streams through the window. The older nun’s eyes flicker over Maci, as though searching for something, before settling on her with a kind smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

“It’s time for Matins, Sister,” she says softly, her voice carrying a weight Maci can’t place. “The Lord awaits your prayers.”

Maci nods, forcing a smile. “Of course, Sister.” But the words feel hollow in her mouth. The Lord awaits my prayers. What does that even mean?

Sister Agnes watches her for a moment longer before turning and walking away, her footsteps echoing down the long, dimly lit corridor. Maci stares at the door for a moment, the silence swallowing the room again.

Why does it feel so wrong?

She hesitates, but only for a second. The others are waiting. They will be praying in the chapel, and she will join them, though her heart feels heavy with doubt.

When she steps into the chapel, the familiar scent of incense fills her lungs. The flickering candlelight casts long shadows on the stone walls, twisting the shapes into something dark and unsettling. The other nuns are kneeling, their heads bowed, their voices a low hum as they chant the prayers. It’s rhythmic. It’s soothing. And yet, Maci feels nothing but unease.

The longer she kneels there, the more the shadows seem to grow. Her thoughts become tangled in the quiet murmur of the prayers.

Why does she feel as if she’s being watched? Why is she so unsettled here?

Maybe it’s just me, she tells herself, but the thought doesn’t sit right.

From the corner of her eye, Maci sees something move—a shadow, too long, too tall to be human. She turns her head quickly, but it’s gone. Just the flicker of the candlelight.

But she’s sure she saw something.

Maci forces her attention back to the prayer, her lips whispering the words she’s memorized, but the sense of something lurking—something wrong—grows in her chest.

The prayer ends, and the nuns rise, all in perfect harmony, except for Maci. Her legs feel like lead, and she lingers a moment longer, gazing at the empty altar.

There is something here, something beyond the prayers, beyond the devotion. She can feel it, in her bones, in the way the air seems to hold its breath around her. But no one else seems to notice.

No one except for her.

Which Hogwarts house are you ?!!

Fri, 05 Nov 2021 13:15:06 +0000

Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor?!

Scarred

Thu, 24 Jun 2021 10:03:49 +0000

I first wrote this in a post titled "Scratched". But, I updated and added to my story. My story is still dedicated to GemHeart:

It was a dark and stormy night. Nothing but darkness could be seen for miles around. Grace the ghost hovered over a scratched car that was in the middle of a road. As she floated over the car, she thought about the loud snarling noise the werewolf made when it attacked the car ten minutes minutes ago.

Grace quickly dodged the ambulance that was speeding by. After everything she learned, there was no need to hesitate about what to do. She glided into the forest so no one would see her. Peering out from the tangled vines, bushes and trees, Grace saw men pulling a stunningly pretty woman out of the car.

"Do you think a crash would do that?" A tall man, who looked very important, said as he looked at the car and then at the woman's scratched face, arms, neck, and legs.

"Nah. I think that some animal attacked the car and the lady." Said a man with curly red hair.

"What animal would do that?" The tall man asked. " It's pretty spooky up here in the mountains. Maybe a ghost?"

"Ghosts ain't real." The man with curly red hair replied. "Everyone knows that! Only a fool believes in ghosts."

"Hey! Ghosts are real!" Grace thought to herself. "That man is so wrong."

Suddenly, a piece of paper fell out of the beautiful lady's open purse. The men did not notice the paper fall from the women's purse, they were too busy bickering about what attacked her.

After Grace heard the ambule drive away, she peeked her head out of the tangled vines, bushes, and trees. Grace looked left, and then right. When she saw that no one was around, she carefully floated to the spot where the paper fell. It turned out to be the information about the women.

Grace found out that the woman was Caroline Bunihoffer. She learned that Caroline Bunihoffer was born on March 13 1989. She also found out who her husband is; Andrew Bunihoffer. Their kids, Rose, age 12, Jack, age 11, and Charlotte, age 9, look exactly like their mother. Same straight blonde and same blue eyes.

At the thought of siblings, Grace's eyes filled with tears. She thought of her brother, Adam, haunting the graveyard nearby. He could not adapt to life as a nature ghost, what Grace is now. Adam could not leave the ways of house ghosts behind. Since he could not adapt to the new way of life, he ended up just moping around in the graveyard.

Grace tucked the paper under her arm and sped to the broken down shack, where she lived. Grace's bed creaked as she sat on it, thinking about all the things that had happened.

She wondered what Caroline Bunihoffer was doing up in the mountains because no one normally goes up there. Everyone said that there was something creepy about the mountains. That is why no one normally goes up there. What they said was always different. Some said that the fog that covered the mountains was formed because there were vampires living on the top and the fog was covering them. Others said that werewolves lived in the forest, waiting to bite someone when they stumbled into it. Yet others say that ghosts wait on the rickety roads killing anybody that crosses their path. Of course, what they say is completely wrong, no vampires live on the top of the mountain, no werewolves live in the forest, and ghosts do not kill anybody that crosses their path.

As a contest, this is completely optional,add two more paragraphs to my story.

Alone chapter 2

Sun, 25 Oct 2020 16:29:18 +0000

Mimi-Chan was looking around the strange land then she heard something what w-was t-that! said Mimi-Chan. Then she got a big stick and the thing was a…a walking talking cat who are you said Mimi-Chan . I am strawberry I am a okie . Wow your so cute! Said Mimi-Chan .There is wayyy more Scary things then you think.Said strawberry.What do you mean scary? Said Mimi-Chan.I won’t tell said strawberry.Anyway I come from the kittylands me and my parents just moved here said strawberry. wow that’s that’s far from were Iive I in Japan said Mim-Chan and how do you get back to earth?earth what’s earth said strawberry.oh no said Mimi-Chan .I need to go home

Emily Grace Q&A!

Sat, 09 May 2020 21:05:50 +0000

I might do a Q&A for Emily Grace soon. Ask questions below and I will pick a few for Emily, Maya and me to answer. The only questions I will not except are ones that would be spoilers. In general, nothing about Maya's date's identity, nothing like "Hey, what's gonna happen next chapter?". So as long as the answer doesn't mean spoilers, i will use the question. So leave questions here!

The Vlog of Emily Grace Chapter 1

Thu, 07 May 2020 21:14:59 +0000

Video starts and a girl with a scar going from above her left eyebrow to under her right and medium-length black hair with red tips wearing a heart-eyed skull hoodie and jeans is standing in front of a light purple wall. Closer to the camera, there is a cluttered desk the camera appears to be setting on.

Emily- Hello people and any dogs, cats, hamsters, fish and/or birds that may be watching! I am Emily and the one hiding under the desk about to jump out is-

Maya- *jumps out from under the desk wearing a light blue dress and an orange jacket* And I'm Maya! *whispering to Emily* You ruined my entrance, you baka!

Emily- *whispering to Maya* I know. *turns back to the camera* Anyway, you guys gave us 10 likes on our last video to see if this is something we should do and now we must. Thanks y'all, and one other thing- Just to make sure you guys don't lose interest and we end up doing this for an empty audience, we want 7 likes on each video before another will be made. So if you want to see more, like this video *mumbles* I sound like a YouTuber... oh noooo... *goes back to talkng* and once there is 7 likes we will try to make another video ASAP. As long as there are 7 likes there should be a video about once a week if there are no complications or problems. With that out of the way... There isn't much more to talk about except- wait- no. Nope times nope to the power of no plus aw hel-

Maya- We could talk about the upcoming dance at school.

Emily- *groans* Fine. Isn't much to talk about, there is a dance. I am not interested in going nor have a date. Only way I would willingly go is for snacks.

Maya- Didn't you get assigned DJ as a job for the dance?

Emily- I said WILLINGLY go. The school is forcing me to come. Making me DJ though... bad decision... *looks evil* I'm gonna make their ears bleed with Black Sabbath and System of a Down at full volume... maybe some Disturbed...

Maya- You know they won't allow that, they would only allow you to play pop and house music probably.

Emily- *beep*!

Maya- EMILY!

Emily- It's not like they haven't heard it before. But there goes anything good about the dance besides food. What job did you get stuck with?

Maya- I volunteered to help set it up so I didn't get a job.

Emily- Lucky. So you're just gonna be alone there while I am at the DJ booth? Or are you not going?

Maya- Actually... I have a date.

Emily- Sorry, what was that?

Maya- ... *inhales deeply and exhales deeply* I. Have. A date.

Emily- *curious* Really? And who is this date?

Maya- You don't know them. But you'll see.

Emily- *curiosity turns into skepticism* Uh-huh. Anyway. See you guys in the next video, make sure to press the like button to find out who Maya's imaginary date is!

Maya- They aren't imaginary!

Emily- BAIIIIII!!!

Video ends.

Hey guys! How did you like the first official chapter of The Vlog of Emily Grace? Please like the chapter for me to continue! Also this obviously takes place where the coronavirus does not exist since they still have school. Also, should I keep the title this way or change it back to Story instead of Vlog and say Book 2 instead? Vote on the poll!

Preview of possible Emily Grace continuation.

Tue, 28 Apr 2020 22:14:09 +0000

The video starts with two girls on the screen. One girl with medium length black hair, a black and white hoodie patterned with heart-eyed skulls, jeans, and a scar going from above her left eyebrow to under her right eye. The other girl had long brown hair to her waist, dark brown eyes, wearing a green dress and a turquoise cat-eared headband. Behind them was a light purple wall with a poster saying "Flarf H8" on it and a blue and white polka dot chair.

Scarred Girl- Is this thing on?

Cat Girl- I think so, I see the little light.

Scarred Girl- Huh? Where?

Cat Girl- Right there, *points to camera*

Scarred Girl- Oh I see it, wait... Oh hello! Didn't see ya there, literally *laughs a small nervous laugh*

Cat Girl- *rolls her eyes.*

Scarred Girl- *looks at Cat Girl and mouths for her to shut it.*

Scarred Girl- Anyway, hello to everyone watching, and welcome to my vlog! I'm Emily I made this because one of my therapists recommended getting my thoughts down in a diary, and I'm too lazy to write, so I made this little vlog instead.

Cat Girl- And I'm Maya. *small wave*

Emily- Oh yeah, this is the random stalker that came into my house for some reason.

Maya- *hits Emily lightly and laughs*

Emily- *laughing too* Just kidding, she's my alien kidnapper who brought me to planet Vizi-

Maya- *hits her a little harder still laughing*

Emily- OK OK OK, *laughs*. This is my best friend, Maya.

Maya- *smiles sweetly*

Emily- Don't be fooled by that sweet smile, she'll tie you up in her basement.

Maya and Emily- *laughing*

Maya- *attempts to slap her gently but is laughing too much to land a hit* Shut up...

Emily- NUUU!!! NEVER!!! REEEEEE!!!!

Emily and Maya- *continue laughing until the laughter dies down, then they look at each other and break out in laughter again until it dies down again*

Emily- Anyway, just a starting video, if this does well hopefully there will be more to come! Like our video and if it gets 10 likes we will continue! Stay cool you internet nerds, Emily and Maya out!