Capítulo 159: Chapter 159
The first sign came late at night, when the air, thick with moisture, pressed down on Elza like the weight of a hundred hands. It was almost oppressive, a tension that had no name, no reason. The house creaked, the walls groaned as if the world outside was groaning with it. She sat by the window, eyes scanning the dark, listening. The wind was still, too still. That's when she heard it—a faint sound, low and distant. It was a rumble, soft at first, but it was there. It grew, climbing slowly, until it vibrated in her chest, in her bones. Something moved out there. Something not right.
Elza had always loved the quiet. She grew up in Wales, in a small village tucked between the hills and the sea, where the wind howled through the narrow streets and the rain was a constant. But this felt different. This wasn't the wind she knew.
She stood up, uneasy now, and went to the door. Her fingers grazed the handle but hesitated. The noise outside was too strange, too unnatural. It wasn't the storm she had expected when the weather forecast predicted heavy rain. No, this was something else. The world was too still, and yet, she could feel it, pulling, tugging at something deep inside her.
The night was oppressive, but she opened the door. She didn't think about it too much. It wasn't until her bare feet hit the wet ground that she realized she was wrong. There was something out there, something moving that she couldn't see. The ground beneath her feet trembled, ever so slightly, like a warning. The house, behind her, groaned louder now. It wasn't the wind. It was something else, creeping forward, swallowing up the world piece by piece.
She stepped onto the porch, her breath sharp in the night air. She wasn't sure what to do. There was nothing to do. The sound continued to rise, filling her head, becoming more than just a noise. It was a force now, a pressure that made her skin crawl.
She stepped off the porch. The grass was slick under her feet, and her hands shook as she wrapped her coat tighter around her. There was nothing. No movement. But she could feel it now, in the distance. The earth trembled with the force of it. The invisible tornado was coming.
Elza turned back to the house. The lights flickered, just for a moment, and in that instant, she thought she saw something—just a glimpse. A shadow, sweeping through the trees. No. It couldn't be. She blinked and looked again, but it was gone.
The wind wasn't coming, not yet, but the ground beneath her feet was shifting. Not with any obvious movement, but the land felt wrong. She could feel the pressure. The sound, that low rumble, was getting louder.
Elza ran back to the door, slamming it shut behind her. She locked it, then stepped into the living room. She couldn't hear the noise anymore, but she could feel it, pressing against the walls, the windows, the door. Whatever it was, it was real, and it was coming closer. She stood there for a long moment, unsure what to do. Her hand rested on the phone, but she didn't dial. Who would she call? What would she say?
Then, as if the world had been holding its breath, the first gust of wind slammed into the house. It rattled the windows, made the door shake. Elza stumbled backward, gripping the chair to steady herself. The air thickened again, pushing in from every direction, pulling at her skin like the touch of a thousand invisible hands.
But it wasn't the wind that scared her. No, it was something deeper. The sensation of being swept away by something she couldn't see, something that wasn't right, that shouldn't be happening.
She stumbled to the kitchen and opened the window. The world outside was dark, silent. There was no wind, no storm clouds, nothing. But that pressure, that invisible pull, was growing stronger. She stepped back, hands shaking, trying to steady herself. She didn't know what to think, what to believe.
The noise returned, louder now. It was deafening. The walls trembled. The ground bucked beneath her feet.
She couldn't stand it anymore. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she fell to her knees, clutching her head in her hands. The pressure pressed in on all sides, like the weight of the world was about to break her. She screamed, a sound lost in the emptiness of the room. No one would hear her.
And then, there was silence.
She opened her eyes. The pressure was gone, but she knew it was still there, waiting, biding its time. She stumbled to her feet, heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't stay in the house. She had to leave.
The door slammed open again, and she ran outside. She didn't know where to go, only that she had to move. But the world had changed. The earth underfoot was shifting. Not in a natural way. It felt wrong, unnatural. The wind howled again, but there was nothing to see, nothing to grasp onto. Only the invisible force, pulling at her from every direction.
She ran down the street, her breath heavy in her chest. The air was thick with something dark, and her feet slipped in the slickness of the ground. She didn't stop. She couldn't. She had to get away, but no matter how fast she ran, no matter how far she tried to go, the feeling never left her.
Then, as if the world itself had reached its breaking point, it happened. The ground cracked open, the earth splitting like a wound. Elza screamed, but it was swallowed by the void. The world, once so familiar, had turned into something else. Something she couldn't understand.
The wind picked up again, louder now. The sky above her began to darken.
Elza tried to run, but her legs failed her. She dropped to her knees, her hands scraping against the earth as if the ground itself was rejecting her. There was nothing to do. No way to escape.
The invisible tornado had found her.
The earth bucked beneath her again, and she fell, face first into the dirt. The pain didn't matter. Nothing did. All that mattered was the air closing in around her, the pressure building, pulling at her, tearing at her insides. The noise returned, louder than ever, a constant, maddening scream that drowned out everything.
Her body convulsed, not with wind, not with rain, but with something deeper. Something more primal. Something that had no reason to exist, but was there anyway.
And then, it all stopped.
Elza's body lay still on the ground, her breath shallow and faint. But something was wrong. Her eyes opened, but it wasn't the sky she saw. There was nothing. No sky, no earth, no air. Just a void. A void where everything had once been.
The tornado was gone. The world, too. Everything she knew had been swallowed by that invisible force. There was no escape, not even in death. No wind, no storm, no breath of relief. Only emptiness. The world had been destroyed, piece by piece, until nothing was left.
And Elza, in the end, was no different.
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