Blood in the Snow: A Person I Once Knew Chapter 2 * Room 5: That went empty to soon, follow up true raw story
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Blood in the Snow: A Person I Once Knew by Tanyaeyssen75📖 Blood in the
Snow: A Person I Once Knew
Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Dad’s Screeching blog link
(by \Fritz Swanepoel – Youth Author Spotlight)
💀An original suspense tale unfolding one chapter at a time 👀follow the story weekly right here as we publish it chapter by chapter.
Chapter 2: "Brandon, is that you? "
I slowly make my way away from my mom and dad's chatter over buying a new motor for my car, and my brother laughing as he plays in the snow
I see the lines my bag made down the hill as I follow, and I pick up clothing that fell out as the bag was making its way down
Eventually, I found where the bag landed, but where it should be is just an indent in the snow and drag lines left behind by my bag being dragged away
"What, the?" I say to myself as I take out my Motorola phone to use as a torch, as I follow the lines made by my bag. It takes me on a wild goose chase for about 2 hours until I arrive and an empty field.
I look around and try and find landmarks to see where I ended up, but this place seems completely new to me. The air seems unnaturally cold, and the snow feels thicker
I hear a familiar laugh in the distance and jolt around to see the cause. Every time I look behind, I see his face. "How... could it be, "I staggered as I felt my head ache come back like a bolt to my head."YOU'RE DEAD," I scream as if I'm being stabbed.
The boy appears in front of me. I fall to my back and whimper. He leans forward. I finally see him fully, he has scars over his face, his eyes are pitch black, and he seems like he is in pain, but is standing in front of me right now
"You could have changed that."Tears start to form as I can only muster 3 words from my cold lips.
"I'm sorry, Brandon."
I jolt up. I don't know how much time later, by the sound of my parents screaming my name. I look around and see my bag on my lap, and I'm lying against a tree.
I try and stand up, but I feel like I was hit by a bus. "MOM... DAD." I scream at the top of my lungs. I hear footsteps quickly running towards me.
I only now notice their flashlights coming towards me. "Is it night?" I whisper to myself. I try and look around, by my eyes feel heavy and they slowly close.
To continue next Monday, Chapter 3...
❤💬 Reader’s Corner
We’ll be releasing Blood in the Snow chapter by chapter on this blog. Each week reveals more of the haunting mystery as remembered by someone who once knew a very different version of their family.
👁 *What to Expect*
* Strange
sightings in the woods
* An
eerie house that hides secrets
* A girl
unraveling her family's past... and her own identity
📚 Inspired by classic
psychological horror and YA suspense novels like:
* The Sleep Experiment - Jeremy Bates
* Mosquito Man - Jeremy Bates
* Suicide Forest - World Scariest Places
"#1 Amazon bestselling author Jeremy Bates has written over twenty novels and novellas, selling more than one million copies worldwide."
* The Asylum Confessions - Jack Steen
🎒 Behind the Writing
If you enjoy stories about *mystery, memory, and eerie truths, follow along weekly! We’ll be publishing one chapter at a time until the book is finished ❤ and then launch it as a **complete eBook and paperback*.
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📚 Get in the Mood
While you wait for Chapter 3, here are some suspense reads that set the tone (affiliate links):
* If you Tell: A true Story of murder, family secrets, and the Unbreakable Bond of Sisterhood - Gregg Olsen
* Framed: Astonishing True Stories of Wrongful Convictions - Jim Mccloskey
* The Boy From Block 66 - Limor Regev
* The Girl Behind the Gates - Brenda Davies
Follow-up:The Tragic Story of Room 5 - A Life Lost Too Soon View on Link
In my
previous blog, I shared the haunting tale of Room 5 — a room that held the
heartache of a young girl's life. Today, I continue that story, shedding light
on the harsh reality that many face in silence. This is the story of survival,
sacrifice, and the consequences of a life lived in the shadows. It’s a story of
pain, addiction, and the toll that desperation can take. Join me as I dive
deeper into the life of a young woman who gave everything to a world that only
took, until she had nothing left.
Room 5: The Room That Went Empty Too Soon
There’s a
room in South Durban, known simply as Room 5. A room where one life ended too
soon, and another was never truly lived.
This is
the story of a young girl, born into poverty, forced at a tender age to bear
the weight of the world on her fragile shoulders. Her parents, struggling to
raise her sisters’ children on a meager government pension, put the pressure of
survival on her. At just a young age, she was thrust into a dark world,
becoming a prostitute to help provide for her family.
The Early Days: Struggling to Cope
At first,
the shock of the job was overwhelming. She found herself on the docks, with
different men every night, sometimes up to ten. Each one demanding something
different, each encounter breaking her down piece by piece. The nights were a
blur, a chaotic jumble of men and their selfish desires, but the mornings were
worse. She couldn’t even bring herself to get out of bed some days; the weight
of the situation, the weight of life, seemed to crush her. The creaking of the
mattress springs echoing in her ears felt like the sound of her spirit
breaking.
But she
had no choice. She had to keep going, for her family, for the sisters’
children. The money she brought home was helping. Her niece and nephews had new
clothes, they were in a new school. For a brief moment, things seemed better.
The Descent: Finding Escape
But it
wasn’t enough. The toll of living a double life, pretending to be something she
wasn’t, became unbearable. Every day, she felt less and less like a person. The
men, the lies, the demands – it all chipped away at her. She saw married men,
wealthy men, all telling their wives lies while they used her body to satisfy
their needs. She was nothing more than a tool for their pleasure.
To numb
the pain, she began drinking. But after a while, that wasn’t enough. The
mornings became unbearable, and she turned to stronger substances. Meth, known
on the streets as ‘Tik,’ became her only escape. At first, it was just a way to
feel good before a booking. She started snorting it with a fellow worker,
pretending to drink with clients, but secretly getting high to forget, to cope.
But it
didn’t stop there. The addiction grew. The more they used, the more they could
push their clients to drink, to the point of passing out. And that’s when the
girls would rob them. They would charge longer hours on the clients’ cards,
take all their money, and then retreat back into their addiction.
The Breaking Point: The Price of Silence
One
fateful morning, she woke up and went to the bathroom. Blood was running down
her legs. Not just any blood, but dark, thick blood, as if parts of her were
falling away. It was a moment of reckoning. She called her friend, after
snorting some more Tik to ease the pain, and together they went to the clinic.
The diagnosis was swift: syphilis.
That
night, she gathered the other girls who worked with her. Seven of them sat in a
circle in the same room, passing around the drug, laughing and smoking from a
makeshift pipe they had crafted. They all took a hit, letting the drug take
them away from the horrors of their lives. But for her, this time it was
different. As the drug took hold, she lay down on the floor, staring up at the
dirty ceiling that had witnessed so much pain. She didn’t get up again.
Her phone
was dead, the room was silent, and the only thing that remained was the
lifeless body on the floor. Rent was due, but this time, no one came. No one
was looking for her.
The Tragic End: A Life Wasted
Room 5,
the room that was meant to shelter and protect, became a tomb. The landlord
would normally come over to collect the rent, but not today. Not ever again.
She had been nothing more than a means to an end for her family – their
financial support, a source of money, not a daughter or a person deserving of
love.
When the
landlord finally arrived, the door to Room 5 was wide open. She was still
there, lying lifeless on the floor, no one to claim her, no one to mourn her.
Her parents, her family, had moved on, unaware of the toll that their demands
had taken. All they cared about was the money.
Room 5,
where a young life was lost far too soon, is a reminder of the broken system
that exploits the vulnerable. It’s a place where a girl who never had a chance
to be a girl died too soon, a victim of circumstance, abuse, and a world that
failed her.
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