It's end of May. Coming to a bank holiday. Last few hours and I finish work. Friday morning Semanntha have a train to take to go on holiday she waited last six months. And have great time.
Friday, 10:32 On a way and my train but train is at 11. Semantha ran close but she managed to get the train on time. Time to get to Blackpool. 5 hours later she got to the destination. She's in Blackpool.
On a way to the hotel, some weird woman in a car was following her and seemed like she new which hotel she was in and knew her at least first name. The woman claims to be a nurse and so far making her go in different directions hotel is. Seems like going to the petrol station and trying to wait around 15 minutes while picking something to drink and cigarettes didn't give this lady a hint. It's dinner time next door is a fish and chip fast food place so.... time for a break.
1 hour later. Since she's gone. Got to a hotel, use a shortcut to a hotel via the park and other pedestrian paths so just in case she decides to follow again, she can't. Anyway her car looked too fancy and too expensive to be a nurse. Definitely something off about a woman!
Saturday went fine. But still being careful. On the way back from a beach in late evening walking back to a hotel come by the clothes department something felt off. Mannequins in a department store seem to be moving on their own. Maybe it's just me being tired. Or had bit too much to drink...
On Sunday had nice sunday dinner but nothing really happend. Rest of the day I satyed in a hotel and had food there too.
On a Monday I went for breakfast to a town. Some car parked up with a lights on (look like waiting for someone or something) start foloowing me. It's the same women. In a different car and with a guy driving. Rushed to a town. Seems to lost them.
On a way back they are where last I saw them. Tried to hide their big car in a small bushes. It didn't work. Walked in to a differnt hotel. Asked for help. After manager of the hotel spoke to them they drive of. Thanked for help but still worried they continusly will follow me.
Evening. Having a shower before getting bed. When I got out on a steamy morror I notice someone or something wrote "|HELLO SEMANNTHA".... Is this place haunted? It's not possible anyone could get to my room, It's locked, and just in case I left char against the door. No signs of breaking in!
Tuesday. Coming back home. So this car follows me again. But seems this time guy it's on his own with fancy tech inside I didn't have a chance to notice a day earlier. He couldn't follow me when I went to train station or was on a train. So feel safe.
Finally home. I missed this small, foggy town a little bit.
Next day back to work.
Tuesday went on a lunch break at work with my work colleagues. And outside cafe it's this car with this guy again!!! How did he find me. It's like 90 miles difference!!!
Few years earlier:
Semanntha had been studying the rituals of the Polish tribe deep in the South of the Polish village for weeks now, intently researching the strange religious ceremony that took place every other month. As an anthropologist, she was fascinated by the mysterious rites that were performed without ever leaving a trace, and the stories whispered among the villagers only fueled her curiosity.
It was only when Semanntha witnessed her first ritual that everything changed. A man was selected from the crowd; his eyes wide and fearful, his hands bound. She expected to see some sort of religious ceremony, perhaps even a sacrifice, but what she saw was beyond her greatest nightmares. The man was slaughtered without a single second of hesitation, his death haunting her for months afterward.
Semanntha tried her best to continue her research, and though she was filled with revulsion at what she had seen, she slowly began to accept the sacrifice as necessary for the tribe. In some ways, death was a necessary part of the initiation, a means to transition from life to some higher version of life, beyond comprehension. As she sunk deeper into her research, her initial feelings of horror and understanding began to give way to acceptance, as if this was somehow the right thing to do.
Despite her newfound acceptance of the ritual, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt whenever she thought of the man who had been so unceremoniously sacrificed, and she was both conflicted and disturbed by what she came to regard as the seemingly inevitable acceptance of her Grandad's deadly rituals.
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