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The Altered Universe PART 5  — Locked Away

The drive back was suffocatingly quiet, broken only by the hum of the engine and Vera’s muffled sobs. In the front seat, Dean’s hands gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned stark white.

"I can't believe this," Dean muttered, his voice cold with frustration. "We told you to stay away from that house, Maria. And now Max is trapped in that hellhole because of this nonsense!"

"Dad, please listen to me!" Maria begged from the backseat, tears streaming down her face. "I was supposed to be the one who went in there! Grandma is in there! This curse—everything—it's meant so much to me for my whole life! The headaches, the stress... ever since I was born! When Grandma passed away, I thought she was gone, but I know she's still alive in there!"

Vera turned around from the passenger seat, her eyes swollen and red. "She is NOT alive, Maria! My mother has been gone for fifty years! And now you're telling me you hear her voice?! Why can't I hear it?! Why only you?!"

"It's complicated, Mom! It's so complicated!"

"No, it isn't complicated," Dean snapped bitterly. "It's not complicated, Maria—it's just stupid! And now Max is paying for it. You know what? You're not coming with us to find that spellbook. When we get home, you are being locked in your room while your mother and I fix this. You've done enough."

"Dad, please! I want to help save him!" Maria cried.

The car screeched to a halt in their driveway. Dean marched around to the side door, pulled Maria out by her arm, and dragged her into the house.

"Let me go! Please! I can help!" Maria pleaded, fighting against his grip.

"No! You're done helping!" Dean growled, pushing her into her bedroom and slamming the heavy wooden door.

CLICK.

The lock turned from the outside.

"Mom! Dad! Please let me out!" Maria screamed, pounding her small fists against the wood. "I want to help Max! Please!"

"You stay in there!" Vera’s voice echoed coldly from the hallway. "You are done helping. You're done."

Days turned into months, months turned into years, and years turned into decades. The family’s frantic search for the hidden spellbook stretched on endlessly without success. Time inside the cursed house ran on a horrifying, unnatural clock.

Thirteen years vanished in the dark realm, aging eight-year-old Max by leaps and bounds until he was twenty-one—yet inside the mansion's distorted reality, time kept twisting forward until Max was forty years old.

Now a forty-year-old man, Max stood in the shadow-drenched foyer of Briar Lane, his hair disheveled, staring at the towering demon that had kept him prisoner for decades.

"Please... let me go, demon," Max rasped, his voice weary and hollowed by thirty-two years of captivity.

The demon’s hollow, fiery eyes burned through the dark. "NO. YOU ARE STUCK WITH ME. MARIA HAS TO BRING THE BOOK. REMEMBER THE DEAL? REMEMBER?!"

"I know!" Max insisted, holding up his hands. "Look, I can help get the book and bring it to you! Just let me step outside!"

The demon narrowed its eyes, letting out a dark, mocking laugh. "I DON'T TRUST YOU, MAX. I DON'T TRUST YOU FOR A SECOND. COME WITH ME."

"Where are we going?!" Max panicked, backing away.

"YOU'LL SEE."

The demon reached out with its massive, clawed hand and clamped its grip around Max's arm.

"Where are we going?! Let me go!" Max yelled, struggling with all his strength.

"BE QUIET!" the demon roared.

Dragging Max across the dusty floorboards, the demon shoved him directly toward a massive, ornate mirror resting on the wall. Instead of solid glass, the surface rippled like dark water. With a brutal shove, the entity plunged Max straight through the mirror, dragging him out of the physical realm and into a surreal, blood-red world filled with twisted, crimson trees and floating spirits.

Max hit the red grass hard, gasping for air as he looked up at the blood-red sky. "Oh my god... what is this place?! Where am I?!"

"WELCOME TO THE SPIRIT REALM," the demon hissed, hovering above him. "YOU LIKE IT HERE? THIS IS WHERE MARIA'S GRANDMOTHER HAS BEEN TRAPPED ALL THESE YEARS. DO YOU WANT TO SEE HER?!"

"NO!" Max shouted, his voice cracking as he backed away on his hands and knees. "Let me back! Let me back into the real realm!"

The demon grinned wickedly, its shadow looming over him like a dark cloud. "YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU HAVE A LITTLE POTTY MOUTH. I'M GOING TO ZIP IT FOR GOOD."

"NO—!"

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The Altered Universe PART 5 — Locked Away The drive back was suffocatingly quiet, broken only by the hum of the engine and Vera’s muffled sobs. In the front seat, Dean’s hands gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned stark white. "I can't believe this," Dean muttered, his voice cold with frustration. "We told you to stay away from that house, Maria. And now Max is trapped in that hellhole because of this nonsense!" "Dad, please listen to me!" Maria begged from the backseat, tears streaming down her face. "I was supposed to be the one who went in there! Grandma is in there! This curse—everything—it's meant so much to me for my whole life! The headaches, the stress... ever since I was born! When Grandma passed away, I thought she was gone, but I know she's still alive in there!" Vera turned around from the passenger seat, her eyes swollen and red. "She is NOT alive, Maria! My mother has been gone for fifty years! And now you're telling me you hear her voice?! Why can't I hear it?! Why only you?!" "It's complicated, Mom! It's so complicated!" "No, it isn't complicated," Dean snapped bitterly. "It's not complicated, Maria—it's just stupid! And now Max is paying for it. You know what? You're not coming with us to find that spellbook. When we get home, you are being locked in your room while your mother and I fix this. You've done enough." "Dad, please! I want to help save him!" Maria cried. The car screeched to a halt in their driveway. Dean marched around to the side door, pulled Maria out by her arm, and dragged her into the house. "Let me go! Please! I can help!" Maria pleaded, fighting against his grip. "No! You're done helping!" Dean growled, pushing her into her bedroom and slamming the heavy wooden door. CLICK. The lock turned from the outside. "Mom! Dad! Please let me out!" Maria screamed, pounding her small fists against the wood. "I want to help Max! Please!" "You stay in there!" Vera’s voice echoed coldly from the hallway. "You are done helping. You're done." Days turned into months, months turned into years, and years turned into decades. The family’s frantic search for the hidden spellbook stretched on endlessly without success. Time inside the cursed house ran on a horrifying, unnatural clock. Thirteen years vanished in the dark realm, aging eight-year-old Max by leaps and bounds until he was twenty-one—yet inside the mansion's distorted reality, time kept twisting forward until Max was forty years old. Now a forty-year-old man, Max stood in the shadow-drenched foyer of Briar Lane, his hair disheveled, staring at the towering demon that had kept him prisoner for decades. "Please... let me go, demon," Max rasped, his voice weary and hollowed by thirty-two years of captivity. The demon’s hollow, fiery eyes burned through the dark. "NO. YOU ARE STUCK WITH ME. MARIA HAS TO BRING THE BOOK. REMEMBER THE DEAL? REMEMBER?!" "I know!" Max insisted, holding up his hands. "Look, I can help get the book and bring it to you! Just let me step outside!" The demon narrowed its eyes, letting out a dark, mocking laugh. "I DON'T TRUST YOU, MAX. I DON'T TRUST YOU FOR A SECOND. COME WITH ME." "Where are we going?!" Max panicked, backing away. "YOU'LL SEE." The demon reached out with its massive, clawed hand and clamped its grip around Max's arm. "Where are we going?! Let me go!" Max yelled, struggling with all his strength. "BE QUIET!" the demon roared. Dragging Max across the dusty floorboards, the demon shoved him directly toward a massive, ornate mirror resting on the wall. Instead of solid glass, the surface rippled like dark water. With a brutal shove, the entity plunged Max straight through the mirror, dragging him out of the physical realm and into a surreal, blood-red world filled with twisted, crimson trees and floating spirits. Max hit the red grass hard, gasping for air as he looked up at the blood-red sky. "Oh my god... what is this place?! Where am I?!" "WELCOME TO THE SPIRIT REALM," the demon hissed, hovering above him. "YOU LIKE IT HERE? THIS IS WHERE MARIA'S GRANDMOTHER HAS BEEN TRAPPED ALL THESE YEARS. DO YOU WANT TO SEE HER?!" "NO!" Max shouted, his voice cracking as he backed away on his hands and knees. "Let me back! Let me back into the real realm!" The demon grinned wickedly, its shadow looming over him like a dark cloud. "YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU HAVE A LITTLE POTTY MOUTH. I'M GOING TO ZIP IT FOR GOOD." "NO—!"

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