The Girl and The House by Gregory Harvey

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Strangely, the light did not seem to penetrate the room she had emerged from.
A chill descended through Isabelle's spine despite the heat from the flame. Ignoring it, she rushed towards the back door. As she latched onto the handle Isabelle's hand screamed back in pain. The metal was white hot. Isabelle lifted her hand to her face and, even though it had made contact with the doorknob for less than a second, saw a painful red mark there.
As she watched however, the light began to dim. Isabelle turned around too see that the flame was now less than half its previous height... and the shadow. It was standing beside the table, just to the left of the flaming bowl. Isabelle stared into its blank face. The shadow, motionless, appeared to be staring back.
It was now that Isabelle felt the first twinge of pain in her stomach. A pain that, flared up into a powered burning in less than three seconds. The shadow watched on. A scratching in Isabelle's throat forced itself outwards in a stream of violent coughs. Blood began to splatter out of her mouth as her knees buckled beneath her.
Isabelle fell against the door and slid to the ground, landing with a dull thud. The flame in the bowl seemed to be subsiding further. The pain in Isabelle's stomach was so sharp that it was hindering her ability to move. Blood was bubbling up through her shirt. Isabelle reached down with her hand, and pulled her shirt up over her stomach.
Her scream was heard by no one but the shadow.
Isabelle's stomach was dissolving as if acid had been drenched over it. It was a disgusting mess of puss, blood and other internal fluids. The burning pain was suddenly contrasted against a chill rising from within her. Isabelle watched, struggling against her pain, as a shadow rose from stomach. Blood hung off of it as though it were a new born child. The shadow was suspended shapelessly in the air.
Isabelle's blood had begun to pour onto the floor as even the flesh on her back began to dissolve. The shadow suddenly took shape in the air, morphing into a dark knife. It dangled there only for a moment before the blade swung towards Isabelle. In the next moment it was thrusting forward, wedging into Isabelle's skull like a shard of ice.
And then there was black.