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The Interview

A horror story by Ecky

## Chapter 1: A Tempting Offer

Alex Mitchell rubbed his eyes, feeling the strain of another late night spent scouring the internet for intriguing stories to feature on his popular YouTube channel and podcast, "ParaRealm." With a cup of strong black coffee in hand, he sat back at his desk, adorned with an array of paranormal-themed trinkets and notes for potential future episodes. His channel thrived on uncovering the eerie and unexplainable, and his dedicated fan base loved him for it.

His eyes scanned the computer screen, searching for that one story that would send a shiver down his spine and signal that he was onto something worth pursuing. That's when a new, anonymous message caught his attention.

"We are not who we seem. We have a story that will thrill and terrify your audience. Are you brave enough to hear it?"

The sender's username, "MonstrousTales," certainly piqued his interest. Alex felt a tingle of excitement as he replied, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Intrigue me. What's your story?"

The response came swiftly, as if the senders were eagerly awaiting his reply.

"We are Lila and Seraphine. We are not human. We are monsters, ancient and powerful, walking among you in disguise. We wish to share our tale with your audience, but be warned—it is not for the faint of heart."

Alex's heart raced as he read the message. Could this be for real? He had interviewed people who claimed to be vampires, werewolves, and even aliens, but something about this felt different. There was an air of authenticity to their words that both excited and unnerved him.

"I'm always up for a good monster story," he typed back, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, eager for their response. "Tell me more about yourselves and what you can offer my audience."

Lila and Seraphine's reply was succinct and chilling.

"We are Skinwalkers. We hunt, kill, and consume. We wear the skins of our victims, taking on their forms, their lives. We have walked this earth for centuries, unseen, unnoticed. We will reveal to you the true nature of our existence, but be warned, Alex Mitchell... once you invite us in, there is no going back."

Alex's breath caught in his throat. Skinwalkers? He had heard tales of these mythical, shape-shifting creatures, but never imagined he'd have the chance to encounter them, let alone interview them. He knew these beings were said to be incredibly dangerous and deceptive, but the potential for an explosive episode was too tempting to resist.

"I understand the risks," he typed, his determination growing. "Let's set a date for an interview. My audience will be captivated by your story, I assure you."

A date and time were set, and as Alex ended the conversation, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just made a deal with the devil himself. But his curiosity was a powerful force, and he knew that the potential rewards far outweighed any risks in his mind.

## Chapter 2: Unveiling the Monsters

The day of the interview arrived, and Alex found himself pacing nervously in his studio. He had transformed the space into a comfortable yet atmospheric setting, with dim lighting and a circle of candles casting an eerie glow. His camera and audio equipment were set up to capture every moment, and he had even invited a small live audience to join him for this special episode.

As the clock struck eight, a gentle knock sounded at the studio door. Alex's heart leaped into his throat as he rose to answer it, feeling like he was about to meet a pair of legendary celebrities. He pulled the door open to reveal two figures standing side by side.

Lila and Seraphine cut striking silhouettes against the dimly lit hallway. They were breathtakingly beautiful, with an otherworldly aura that seemed to radiate from within. Lila had deep violet eyes and long, dark hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Seraphine, on the other hand, possessed an ethereal beauty, with pale skin, icy blue eyes, and platinum blonde hair. They wore long, flowing black dresses, their movements graceful and almost hypnotic.

"Welcome, Lila and Seraphine," Alex said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. "Please, come in."

As they stepped into the studio, the candles flickered as if in response to their presence. Alex closed the door behind them, feeling a sudden weight in the room, as if the air itself had grown heavier. He gestured to the chairs he had prepared for them, his eyes never leaving their mysterious forms.

"Thank you for joining me tonight," Alex said, his voice carrying a hint of reverence. "I know my audience is eager to hear your story."

Lila and Seraphine sat gracefully, their eyes scanning the small crowd before them. There was an unreadable expression on their faces, something that Alex couldn't quite interpret.

"We are pleased to be here, Alex," Lila said, her voice smooth and melodic. "We understand the fascination your audience has with the unknown, and we are happy to provide them with a tale that will leave them breathless."

Seraphine leaned forward, her pale eyes fixing on Alex. "But first, we must ensure that you understand the gravity of what you are about to hear. We are not here to entertain. We are here to educate and enlighten. Our story is one of darkness and horror, and it is not for the faint of heart."

Alex felt a shiver run down his spine at her words, but he nodded in understanding. "I believe my audience is prepared for whatever you have to share. They, like me, are eager to explore the realms of the paranormal and the unknown."

With a subtle nod, Lila and Seraphine seemed to come to an unspoken agreement, and they settled back in their chairs, their eyes closing briefly as if in preparation for what was to come.

"We are Skinwalkers," Lila began, her voice low and hypnotic. "Ancient beings with the power to shift and change our forms. We are hunters, moving through the shadows, unseen by human eyes. We take on the skins of our victims, wearing them like a disguise, allowing us to walk among you undetected."

A murmur went through the audience, a mixture of fascination and disbelief. Alex felt his heart pounding in his chest, knowing that this was the moment his viewers had been waiting for.

"How... how do you acquire these skins?" one brave audience member asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Seraphine's lips curved into a cruel smile. "We lure our victims in, using our beauty and charm. We befriend them, gain their trust, and then..." She trailed off, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "Then we strike. We kill swiftly and silently, and we consume. We take their lives, and we take their forms."

A horrified gasp escaped from someone in the audience, but Alex found himself leaning forward, captivated by their every word.

"And what of the bodies?" he asked, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "What becomes of your victims once you've taken their skin?"

Lila's eyes opened, revealing their deep violet depths. "We dispose of the remains in ways that will never be discovered. We are meticulous in our cleanup, leaving no trace of our crimes. By the time we are done, the person we consumed ceases to exist, and we step seamlessly into their lives."

The studio was thick with tension as the audience absorbed these gruesome revelations. Alex felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, but he knew he had to press on. This was the content his viewers craved, and he had to admit, he was enthralled by the dark and forbidden nature of their story.

"How many... I mean, how often do you... do this?" he asked, choosing his words carefully.

Seraphine's smile was cold and devoid of empathy. "As often as we please. We are ancient, Alex. We have walked this earth for centuries, taking the lives of countless victims. Their skins hang in our closets like trophies, each one a reminder of our power and longevity."

The room fell into a stunned silence as the weight of their words settled in. Alex's mind raced, trying to process the sheer magnitude of what they were claiming.

"But why?" he found himself asking. "Why reveal yourselves now? Why come on my show and share these secrets?"

Lila and Seraphine shared a look, their eyes glittering with an unspoken communication. Then, in unison, they turned back to Alex, their faces transformed by sinister smiles.

"Because, Alex," they purred, their voices overlapping in an eerie harmony. "It's time for new skins."

## Chapter 3: Terror Unveiled

Alex's blood turned to ice as he processed their words. A chill ran down his spine, and he felt a sudden urge to glance over his shoulder, as if he could sense unseen dangers lurking in the shadows.

"W-what do you mean?" he stammered, his confident facade slipping.

Lila leaned forward, her violet eyes boring into his soul. "You invited us here, Alex. You wanted our story, and now we are giving it to you. But make no mistake, this is not merely a tale of the paranormal. It is a warning, a prelude to your demise."

Seraphine's voice was like a whisper in the darkness. "You see, Alex, we grow tired of our current forms. They no longer thrill us as they once did. And so, we sought out a new challenge, a new skin to wear. And who better than the intrepid host of 'ParaRealm'? Your curiosity has been your undoing."

The audience, who had been silent until now, erupted into a frenzy of whispers and shocked exclamations. Some began to rise from their seats, their faces pale with fear. Alex felt a surge of panic as the reality of their situation became clear.

"You... you can't be serious," he sputtered, his eyes darting between the two women. "This is just an act, right? Some kind of elaborate prank?"

Lila and Seraphine rose from their chairs, their movements graceful and fluid. "Oh, but it's very real, Alex," Lila purred. "And now, we will show you just how real it is."

As if on cue, the studio lights began to flicker, casting an erratic dance of shadows across the room. The candles on the tables flickered and went out, one by one, until only the dim glow of the camera lights remained. The air grew heavy, thick with anticipation and dread.

Alex felt his heart hammering in his chest as he backed away, his eyes fixed on the two figures before him. He wanted to believe that this was all an elaborate hoax, a practical joke designed to terrify him and his audience. But something in their eyes told him otherwise.

And then, it began.

Lila's once-beautiful face began to contort and shift, the bones cracking and rearranging themselves. Her hair receded, revealing a scalp that stretched and warped, sprouting coarse black fur. Her body twisted and expanded, her dress ripping as muscles bulged and reformed. Sharp claws extended from her fingertips, and a long, snarling muzzle emerged, revealing rows of gleaming white fangs.

Seraphine's transformation was just as horrifying. Her pale skin darkened, taking on a scaly texture, and her blonde hair fell out in clumps, revealing a bald, reptilian head. Her eyes changed from blue to a piercing yellow, slitted like a serpent's. Her body elongated, her dress shredding as a long, sinuous tail lashed out behind her. Her hands became clawed, and a pair of leathery wings unfurled from her back, sending a gust of wind through the studio.

The audience screamed, some bolting for the door, while others stood frozen in place, too terrified to move. Alex could only stare, his eyes wide with horror as he witnessed the true forms of the Skinwalkers. They were massive, towering over him, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent.

A sickening realization washed over him. This was no act. These were not costumes or special effects. Lila and Seraphine were ancient, malevolent beings, and they had come for him.

## Chapter 4: A Nightmare Unveiled

Chaos erupted in the studio as people scrambled to escape the monstrous forms of Lila and Seraphine. Screams filled the air, mingling with the sound of ripping fabric and shattering glass as the Skinwalkers lashed out, their claws slicing through the air.

Alex found himself backing away, his heart pounding in his chest. He tripped over a fallen chair, falling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. He scrambled to his feet, his eyes searching desperately for an exit, but the Skinwalkers were everywhere, blocking his path.

"You... you're monsters!" he shouted, his voice shaking. "This wasn't part of the deal!"

Lila's bestial form loomed over him, her breath hot and fetid. "There was never any deal, Alex," she snarled. "You invited us in, and now we are taking what we came for."

Seraphine's reptilian eyes fixed on him, cold and pitiless. "Your curiosity has sealed your fate. You sought the unknown, and now it has found you."

Alex's mind raced, searching for a way out. He knew he couldn't fight them, not in their true forms. They were ancient, powerful beings, and he was just a man.

"Please..." he begged, his voice cracking. "Just let me go. I won't tell anyone. No one will ever know about this."

Lila's laugh was like a knife in the darkness. "It's too late for that, Alex. Your audience has seen us, heard our story. They know the truth now. There's no going back."

Seraphine lashed out her massive tail, sending a table flying across the room. "And besides, we've grown rather fond of your skin, Alex. It will make a fine addition to our collection."

Alex's eyes widened in horror as the full realization of his fate hit him. He was going to die, here in his own studio, at the hands of these monstrous beings. His life would end, and his skin would become just another trophy in their twisted collection.

The Skinwalkers advanced, their claws reaching for him. Alex let out a strangled cry, scrambling backward until he felt the wall at his back. He was trapped, with nowhere left to run.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the attack stopped. The Skinwalkers froze, their eyes narrowing as they listened to some unseen signal.

A voice, deep and commanding, echoed through the studio. "Leave him. We have what we need."

Lila and Seraphine hesitated, their eyes flashing with annoyance. Then, with a snarl, they turned and leaped through the shattered window, vanishing into the night.

Alex slumped against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He felt like he had just cheated death, and yet, he knew this was far from over.

## Chapter 5: The Viral Nightmare

In the aftermath of the attack, Alex and his crew emerged from their hiding places, shaken but alive. The studio was a wreck, with broken furniture and shattered glass littering the floor. The air still carried the tang of fear, but there was also a sense of disbelief and confusion.

"What... what just happened?" someone whispered, their voice shaking.

Alex shook his head, his eyes never leaving the broken window through which the Skinwalkers had escaped. "They were... monsters. Real monsters."

A soft whimper drew his attention, and he turned to see one of his crew members, Sarah, huddled in a corner, her eyes wide with terror. "They were going to kill us all," she said, her voice trembling. "Why did they stop?"

Alex had no answer for her. He, too, was baffled by the Skinwalkers' sudden retreat. Had they spared them out of mercy? Or was there something else at play?

As if in response to his unspoken question, his phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from his editor, who had been monitoring the live feed from the control room.

"Alex, the footage... it's already going viral. People are freaking out. We need to talk."

Alex's heart sank as he realized the implications. The entire interview, including the Skinwalkers' transformation and subsequent attack, had been streamed live to his audience. Thousands, perhaps millions, had just witnessed the truth about Lila and Seraphine.

He felt a surge of dread as he thought of the consequences. His channel, his career, his very life was now in jeopardy. The Skinwalkers had promised to come for him, and they had the means to find him no matter where he ran.

As the initial shock wore off, Alex and his team began the arduous task of cleaning up the studio and assessing the damage. The police were called, and statements were taken, but Alex knew that conventional law enforcement would be ill-equipped to deal with creatures like Lila and Seraphine.

In the days that followed, Alex found himself at the center of a media storm. The footage of the interview had spread like wildfire across the internet, drawing both fascination and skepticism. Some hailed it as the ultimate Halloween prank, while others insisted it was genuine, citing the raw fear on the faces of those present.

Alex kept a low profile, declining all requests for further comment. He knew that the more attention he drew, the more he would be putting himself and those around him at risk. The Skinwalkers had spared them once, but he had no doubt they would be back to finish what they had started.

## Chapter 6: The Hunt Begins

That night, alone in his house, Alex sat in front of his computer, his eyes fixed on the screen. He had spent the past few hours reviewing the footage of the interview, searching for any clues that might help him understand the true nature of the Skinwalkers and how to stop them.

As he watched, he noticed a fleeting distortion in the air, a shimmer that seemed to surround the Skinwalkers for a split second. It was so subtle that most viewers would never have noticed it, but Alex's keen eye had caught it. He paused the video, zooming in on that specific frame.

There, in the shimmer, he could make out faint symbols, ancient runes that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. He recognized them as wards of protection, ancient sigils used to ward off evil. But why would the Skinwalkers be surrounded by such magic?

His mind raced as he considered the implications. Were the Skinwalkers somehow bound or controlled by an even more powerful entity? Was there someone or something pulling their strings?

Just then, his phone buzzed with a new message notification. It was from an unknown number.

"Curious, aren't you, Alex? Always seeking answers. But some mysteries are better left unsolved."

His heart sank as he recognized the sender. It was them—Lila and Seraphine.

"Who are you really?" he typed back, his fingers trembling slightly. "Why did you spare me that night?"

Their response was almost instantaneous. "We are many things, Alex. Hunters, collectors, but above all, we are survivors. And we answer to a higher power, one that even monsters like us must obey."

Alex's mind whirred as he tried to process their cryptic reply. "Who is this power? Why am I still alive?"

This time, there was a slight delay before their message appeared. "All will be revealed in time, Alex. For now, just know that your life hangs by a thread. A thread that can be cut at any moment."

Alex's blood ran cold as he realized the truth. He was being played with, like a cat toying with a mouse. The Skinwalkers had spared him, not out of mercy, but because they were biding their time, waiting for some unknown signal to make their move.

Little did he know, that signal would come sooner than he thought.

The nights that followed were filled with paranoia and sleeplessness for Alex. He found himself jumping at shadows, his mind constantly on edge. He installed extra locks on his doors, purchased motion sensors, and even considered acquiring a guard dog. But deep down, he knew that none of it would be enough if the Skinwalkers decided to pay him a visit.

And then, one fateful night, his worst fears were realized.

Alex had just settled into bed, his heart heavy from another fruitless day of research, when he heard the faint sound of shattering glass coming from downstairs. His eyes snapped open, and he knew instantly that his time had come.

He leaped out of bed, his heart pounding in his chest, and grabbed the baseball bat he had stashed by his bedside. He knew it would be useless against the Skinwalkers, but the action made him feel marginally more prepared.

As he crept down the stairs, the moonlight filtering through the broken window illuminated a scene of destruction. Furniture was overturned, and the air was thick with the scent of something wild and otherworldly.

"Lila? Seraphine?" he called out, his voice shaking. "I know you're here. Show yourselves!"

In response, a low, menacing growl echoed through the room, sending shivers down his spine. And then, from the shadows, they emerged.

Their true forms were even more terrifying than he remembered. Lila, a massive, lupine beast with gleaming fur and eyes like burning coals. Seraphine, a serpentine creature with scales that shimmered in the moonlight and a tail that seemed to go on forever.

"Alex," they purred in unison, their voices echoing through the room. "It's time."

Alex tightened his grip on the bat, his heart hammering in his chest. "Why me?" he asked, his voice laced with desperation. "What do you want from me?"

Lila's eyes glinted with cruel amusement. "Your skin, Alex. Just like we told you. It's time for a change, and yours is perfect."

Seraphine slithered forward, her tail leaving a trail in the broken glass. "Don't take it personally. It's just business. We grow tired of our old forms, and yours is... intriguing."

Alex's mind raced, searching for a way out, but he knew there would be none. Not this time. "Please," he begged, his voice cracking. "Just give me one good reason why I should go quietly. One reason why I shouldn't fight this."

The Skinwalkers shared a look, an unspoken communication passing between them. Then, Lila spoke, her voice low and menacing. "Because, Alex... we are not the only monsters you need to worry about."

Before Alex could respond, a blinding flash of light filled the room, causing him to shield his eyes. When he lowered his arm, he saw that Lila and Seraphine were gone. In their place stood a figure cloaked in darkness, its form shrouded in shadows.

The figure stepped forward, its voice deep and otherworldly. "Alex Mitchell, your curiosity has led you down a dark path. You have uncovered truths that were never meant for mortal eyes. And now, you must pay the price."

Alex's breath caught in his throat as he realized the true nature of the voice that had spared him that night in the studio. It was this entity, this ancient, powerful being that even the Skinwalkers answered to.

"Who... who are you?" he whispered, his voice laced with fear.

The figure raised a hand, and Alex felt an invisible force bind him, rendering him immobile. "I am the one who walks in the shadows, who pulls the strings of fate. I am the guardian of secrets, and you, Alex, have trespassed into my domain."

Alex struggled against the invisible bonds, but it was no use. He was completely at the entity's mercy. "Please," he pleaded. "Just tell me why. Why me?"

The figure stepped closer, its voice like a whisper in the darkness. "Because, Alex, in a world filled with monsters, sometimes the true monsters are the ones who seek them out."

With that, the entity raised its hand, and Alex felt an excruciating pain rip through his body. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. His vision blurred, and he felt his very life force being drained from him, his skin beginning to wither and shrink, just as the Skinwalkers had described.

As his consciousness began to fade, he caught one last glimpse of the entity, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. And then, everything went dark.

## Conclusion:

In the aftermath of Alex Mitchell's disappearance, the world was left with more questions than answers. The viral footage of his interview with the Skinwalkers only added to the mystery, sparking countless theories and conspiracies.

Some claimed that Alex had staged the entire event as an elaborate hoax, disappearing into the night to start a new life. Others insisted that he had become a victim of the very monsters he sought to uncover, consumed by the darkness he had pursued.

Only a select few, those who had witnessed the truth, knew the true fate that had befallen Alex. They kept their silence, understanding the grave consequences of speaking out.

As for the Skinwalkers, Lila and Seraphine, they continued their ancient dance of death, moving unseen among humanity, collecting their trophies and answering to the higher power that controlled their every move.

And in the darkest corners of the internet, a new message appeared, posted by an anonymous user. It read simply: "The truth is out there, but be warned—some secrets are better left in the dark."

The End....

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