Great.I'm sending you **STORY 4—THE LAST, DARKEST, MOST EMOTIONAL** in the series.This story is full of tension, drama, and a heavy psychological charge. It combines the themes of thriller, crime, and dark mystery, and the ending hits the reader harder than any of the previous ones.--# **STORY 4: "The Voice That Wouldn't Be Silent"****Genre:** psychological thriller, dark crime, drama

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# **PROLOGUE**

Some crimes are like wounds—they heal but never disappear.

Others are like a scream that can be heard even when the body stops breathing.

The body of 17-year-old Evelyn Rook is found in the small town of Hollowford.

A quiet, kind, unassuming girl. She died in the woods just outside the town limits—a place residents had feared for generations.

The body was found on the day clearly described in the report.

But the **voice** that reached the 911 dispatcher remained unexplained.

It was a whisper.

A girl's, trembling voice.

And it said:

> *"He's still here."*

And then something that sounded like sobbing.

The problem was that the recording was made **two hours after her death**.

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# **CHAPTER 1 — DIVISION "C"**

The case was handed to Inspector Celia Madsen—a specialist in investigations that "don't add up."

Celia didn't believe in ghosts, superstitions, or mysteries from the afterlife.

She believed in facts.

And the facts were:

1. Evelyn died from a single, precise blow. 2. No signs of a struggle.

3. No motive.

4. The 911 call was made from her own phone.

5. The phone was found next to the body—smashed, but still transmitting the location.

6. The fingerprints on the screen didn't belong to Evelyn or anyone else in the neighborhood.

The perfect crime.

Except for that one, irrational… voice.

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# **CHAPTER 2 — WHO WAS EVELYN?**

Celia started with the girl's school.

### **English Teacher:**

– Evelyn was one of those kids who felt more. Too much for her age.

### **Best friend, Maeve:**

– She heard things… she told me sometimes that someone was talking to her when no one was around. Not voices in her head—voices *from outside*.

### **Classmate:**

– It wasn't a disease. She… saw people for who they really were. And they hated it.

### **School Psychologist:**

– Evelyn once brought me a drawing. A levitating girl, and beneath her a shadow. A huge, unnatural shadow. It wasn't her shadow.

All her descriptions had one thing in common:

**Evelyn was afraid of what lay behind people's words.

Of what was unspoken.**

And the people in town either ignored her…

or feared her more than the forest beyond the Hollowford border.

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# **CHAPTER 3 – CRIME SCENE**

The forest was called the "Black Border."

Not because the trees were black. But because:

**all sounds there were echoing with a strange, metallic reverberation.**

Celia went in there with the technicians.

The trees were… too quiet.

As if they were waiting.

And on the ground, near the crime scene, they found:

* footprints with an intriguing characteristic: **each step seemed to be retracted**, as if someone were walking backwards,

* a piece of fabric, very smooth, almost silky, but synthetic,

* and something else:

**a handprint on the tree—a perfect print, but without fingerprints.**

As if the hand were… smoothed.

And one more thing.

Celia stood exactly where the body had been.

Then she heard:

> *crunch… crunch…*

Silence.

> *crunch… crunch…*

They weren't twigs.

They were **the slow tread of something that didn't want to be heard**.

Celia turned around abruptly.

No one.

But her voice recorder picked up something the human ear couldn't:

**a second breath right next to her ear.**

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# **CHAPTER 4 - A FACELESS ATTACKER**

When the technicians focused on analyzing the fabric, they discovered it was a piece of clothing…

that doesn't exist on the market.

The material was resistant to heat, deformation, and water.

Additionally:

* the palm print was *perfectly symmetrical*,

* no fingerprints or skin pores were found,

* a **skin mask** was suspected, but it was too perfect.

It seemed the perpetrator was:

– inhumanly precise,

– very strong,

– very calm,

– and somehow trying to "nonexist."

As if his body were… **artificial**.

But that wasn't the strangest clue yet.

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# **CHAPTER 5 — TAPE FROM 112**

Celia played the recording for the hundredth time.

First, there was a tremor.

Then a sob.

Then Evelyn's words:

> *"He's still here..."*

And beneath that, barely audible, after a lowering of the frequency:

> *"Stop."*

> *"She won't say anything more."*

> *"I'll take care of her."*

A low, almost mechanical voice, devoid of emotion, but with a strange... concern.

As if someone spoke out of duty.

Not out of hostility.

Celia felt a chill run down her spine.

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# **CHAPTER 6 — HOLLOWFORD'S SECRET**

There was a house in town that no one wanted to talk about.

The house of the Rooks—Evelyn's family.

The girl's mother practically never went out.

The father had a constant look of fear in his eyes.

After a long conversation, Celia discovered things that changed her life.The investigation.

### **The parents said:**

– Evelyn had a brother, Elias.

– He disappeared 10 years ago.

– He had a certain… peculiarity.

– The doctors said he felt no pain, no fear, no loneliness.

– He also *didn't leave skin marks*. From birth.

– And when he disappeared, the system records disappeared with him: documents, photos, tests.

As if someone had erased not only him, but the **very fact that he existed**.

And Evelyn had long claimed that… he had returned.

That he was watching her.

That he was growing, maturing, changing.

That he had a body that wasn't the one he was born with.

And that he came whenever Hollowford fell asleep.

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# **CHAPTER 7 – FAMILY INSTINCT**

Celia returned to the evidence.

Synthetic fabric.

Footsteps, as if retreating.

A hand without fingerprints.

A voice mechanical, yet human.

A shadow that appeared where Evelyn said she saw it.

The medley began to form a single, terrifying whole:

**The perpetrator was Elias Rook.**

But Elias…

was no longer human.

He disappeared as a child.

He returned as something that explored the world like an alien organism.

Something learning emotions through imitation.

Something that didn't understand the boundaries between affection and possessiveness.

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# **CHAPTER 8 — NIGHT OF THE HUNTER**

Celia went into the woods.

Alone.

There, she found footprints the technicians hadn't seen before—**symmetrical, even, impossibly precise**.

Every footstep was perfect.

They weren't human.

Then she heard:

> *crunch… crunch…*

> *crunch… crunch…*

But this time she noticed something in the semidarkness:

**a tall silhouette, standing still between the trees.**

“Elias?” she asked.

Silence.

The figure moved slowly.

Too slowly to be natural.

Too fluid.

Too controlled.

There was something… *childish* about it, as if it were repeating learned movements.

“Did you do this to Evelyn?” Celia asked.

A quiet reply:

> *“I didn’t want her to leave.”*

And then:

> *“She screamed. And I don’t like screaming.”*

He stepped into the light.

Celia saw the face of a young man…

but too symmetrical.

Perfect skin.

Eyes without luster, but with intensity.

A body as if… made.

Unborn.

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# **CHAPTER 9 — THE TRUTH ABOUT ELIAS**

Elias was a child with a rare neurological disorder.

No pain.

No emotion.

No reaction.

At age 7, he was taken to a private clinic with a questionable program:

> *“Modeling the unemotional brain to learn social responses through artificial patterns.”*

But the experiment went a different direction.

Elias escaped.

He disappeared for years.

He escaped—but he developed differently.

He repaired his body on his own.

He learned to be “someone” on his own.

And Evelyn was the only one who knew he was back.

She was afraid for him.

And he…

wanted her to be his alone.

She died when she tried to escape.

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# **CHAPTER 10 — THE END**

Celia drew her gun.

“Elias, you have to surrender.”

He just tilted his head, like a child learning new information.

“Celia…” he said softly. “Will you stop me?”

“Yes.”

“Like Evelyn?”

Then he looked into her eyes.

And something in that look was inhuman:

emptiness, coldness, *no boundaries*.

He lunged at her.

He was too strong.

But Celia hit him in the shoulder, then in the leg.

He fell.

For the first time in his life, he felt fear—not because he was afraid of death, but because he **didn’t understand** the feeling.

“Why does it hurt?” he asked, clutching his wound.

“Because you’re human,” Celia replied.

Elias looked at his hands.

In a whisper that echoed Evelyn's:

> *"I didn't want it to hurt..."*

> *"I didn't want her to scream..."*

And then he cried tears he didn't understand.

He died peacefully.

Like a child falling asleep because no one taught him how to live.

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# **EPILOGUE**

Hollowford is still quiet.

People still speak in half-words.

But now they speak with pain.

Evelyn was buried next to her brother.

Celia listened to the 911 tape again.

And suddenly she understood why Evelyn had called alone after her death.

It wasn't her.

It was **Elias**, trying to speak with her voice.

Not to lie.

But to…

keep her inside.

Because Evelyn's voice was the only thing he could love.

And his own voice was too alien to him.

That's why the final whisper on the recording was so heartbreaking:

> *"I wanted it not to hurt..."*

> *"I wanted her to be with me..."*

Celia turned off the player.

She knew one thing:

Some monsters aren't born monsters.

Some simply never learned where love ends and hurt begins.

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