The scream had come from the west wing. Guest rooms. Room 309, to be exact. That was Rowan Bell’s room. But Rowan never showed up. They were wrong. She did. By the time Lena reached the hall, the others were already gathered. Harper stood with her arms folded, her face pale but unreadable. Mara was crying into her phone that had no signal. Tori was on her knees, whispering prayers under her breath like they’d ever helped before.195Please respect copyright.PENANAPzZeXR4n71
Elin, the innkeeper, stood beside the open door, wringing her hands like she’d just seen God- dead. Lena stepped past them all and looked inside. The room was ice-cold. The window was open, though the storm hadn’t started yet. The curtains flapped like wings. Rain clouds threatened just beyond the glass.195Please respect copyright.PENANAgNz6Q8jwRa
And there, lying across the bed like a broken offering, was Rowan. Or what was left of her. She was dressed in her old school uniform. Crisp. Clean. Pressed. Like it had been laid out for her. Her mouth was open in a frozen scream. Her tongue was gone. Lena didn’t move. She didn’t flinch. She just stared. Because across Rowan’s chest, carved deep into her flesh, were three words: “She told them.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAcT7KzNgmxf
Mara threw up in the hallway. Tori wouldn’t stop sobbing. Harper leaned in the doorway, her face unreadable, her eyes fixed on the body like she was trying to memorize it. “Elin,” Harper said, calmly, “call the police.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAIOigOwLzur
“I tried,” Elin whispered. “The landline’s dead. Cell service too.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAbxsfvb2Rfn
“Then drive into town.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAcOSAPU2N82
“The car’s gone.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAJ5ZhjTZlpT
Harper turned to her slowly. “What?”195Please respect copyright.PENANAa7D9Ln7SFP
“I went to check. It’s not there. None of them are. Not even yours.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAx0mBiknPac
Someone had taken all the cars. No one said it, but the implication was clear. They weren’t visiting St. Amelia’s. They were trapped in it. Lena backed away from the door. Her heart wasn’t racing. It was slow. Calm. Like it knew this moment was inevitable. Like it had waited years for this. In the dim hallway light, something glinted on the floor just beside the bed. A crucifix. The old kind. From their chapel. The bottom was charred black. She picked it up and turned it over in her hand. On the back was a name etched in blood. 195Please respect copyright.PENANA4GjjT0Z6tj
Lena. Not carved. Written. Dripped. Fresh.195Please respect copyright.PENANAvulRz3ovr7
Harper stormed toward her. “What the hell is this?”195Please respect copyright.PENANAckDxvjPwFk
Lena didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer.195Please respect copyright.PENANAaCgfg0Li6T
“Why your name?” Harper snapped, snatching the crucifix and holding it in Lena’s face. “What did she tell them, Lena? What the hell did you do?”195Please respect copyright.PENANAiDMxBAMMJq
Lena’s silence deepened. She felt the others staring. The air thick with suspicion. This was how it would start. The turning. It wouldn’t take long. Not with what they’d all done. Not with what they’d buried. And someone- someone who had watched them burn- was digging it all up.195Please respect copyright.PENANA4pT8MOCUIK
Nine Years Ago – Weeks Before the Fire195Please respect copyright.PENANAbvspBp37vA
They called themselves The Chapel Girls. Five of them.195Please respect copyright.PENANAGXw2B9CvCr
Rowan, the leader- charismatic, cruel, a born queen.195Please respect copyright.PENANApUfXQzgIFa
Mara, her shadow- beautiful, loyal, hollowed out by envy.195Please respect copyright.PENANAAydIriGE1e
Tori, the quiet one- mouse-hearted, eager to please.195Please respect copyright.PENANAuISqACCkPS
Harper, the viper- smiled like a secret, bit like a blade.195Please respect copyright.PENANAmh5FDETIY8
And Lena, the ghost- always watching, always silent… even then.195Please respect copyright.PENANAgr2QFWYsTr
They weren’t real friends. Not really.195Please respect copyright.PENANA1FRmUIRzeW
But at St. Amelia’s, friendship was survival. You linked arms or got devoured. It was that kind of place- where the walls knew your sins before you spoke them and the nuns wore secrets like rosaries. They gathered in the chapel after lights out, slipping past curfews like whispers. The candles were always lit when they arrived, though no one ever admitted lighting them. They sat in a circle around the altar.195Please respect copyright.PENANAp3gob6WQan
Truth or Dare. Confession or Consequence. Games dressed as rituals.195Please respect copyright.PENANAP02qm7rO2y
That night, Rowan brought something new. She unwrapped it from her sweater like it was stolen treasure: an old, leather-bound book. Dust flared from its spine. The cover bore no title, just a strange embossed cross- slightly crooked, wrong somehow.195Please respect copyright.PENANAovuPhSbSWz
Sister Eliza’s bible.195Please respect copyright.PENANAsIL2WclY7D
Harper whistled low. “Where the hell did you get that?”195Please respect copyright.PENANAQ6dltEUBr0
“Borrowed it,” Rowan said. “She won’t miss it. Not for one night.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAp3jK9GNwMA
Tori shrank. “We’ll get expelled.”195Please respect copyright.PENANA7e9OBmC2cz
Rowan smiled, cat-like. “Only if we get caught.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAY69M9GSac2
She opened the book and flipped through brittle pages until she found it. A prayer. But not in Latin. Not even English. Lena recognized it. She didn’t know how- but she did. Her stomach turned cold.195Please respect copyright.PENANA5MrfUXD5XS
“This one,” Rowan said, her voice too calm. “This is the one she mutters when she thinks no one’s listening. When she touches the scorched wall behind the altar.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAGgPea3Sfep
Mara leaned forward. “What does it say?” Rowan looked up. Her eyes gleamed.195Please respect copyright.PENANAODFyA6IGVm
“It’s a vow. A binding. I looked it up in the library. Old, pre-Vatican cult stuff. It’s supposed to seal a secret in blood and fire. If you say it together… the truth never gets out.”195Please respect copyright.PENANA6moP97KBof
Tori shook her head. “That’s not funny.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAVXXkd1SbDZ
“Who’s joking?” Harper asked. “It sounds fun.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAy6clLQ9PRw
Rowan grinned. “It’s just a game. But if we’re going to keep our secrets, let’s make it official, yeah?” One by one, they pricked their fingers. Harper first. Then Mara. Then Rowan. Then Tori, crying. Lena didn’t want to. Rowan took her hand anyway.The blood smeared across the page. The candle flames flared blue. Then they spoke the vow. All five.195Please respect copyright.PENANAAYeonzwEub
“What is said between us dies with us.195Please respect copyright.PENANASPnLH5oRph
What is seen between us burns with us.195Please respect copyright.PENANAySv06a10k9
What is known between us lives only in silence.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAyOVCeeVUts
When it was done, they laughed. Mostly. Except Lena. Because something had shifted in the air. The room felt colder. The shadows longer. Like the chapel had inhaled- and hadn’t exhaled yet. Rowan looked different in the candlelight. Older. Like she’d been waiting for that moment her whole life. Lena watched her and thought: She’ll be the first to break it. And she’d been right. Rowan told someone. And now she was dead.195Please respect copyright.PENANAnbRuxBKhA5
Present Day195Please respect copyright.PENANAoUkVe5MtyH
They moved Rowan’s body to the chapel room. It wasn’t the authorities who made that call- there were no authorities. It was Elin, the innkeeper, who quietly instructed two male staff members to carry her body away, draped in a linen sheet so pristine it made the blood underneath more obscene. No one objected. No one spoke.195Please respect copyright.PENANAngksNjdpj7
Lena sat in the corner of the library, watching the fire crackle in the hearth. Not a real fire, just an electric one. But the flickering light still danced the same way across the walls- like it was trying to tell her something in a language only she understood. The others were scattered. Harper paced like a caged animal. Mara sat by the window chain-smoking with trembling hands. Tori hadn’t stopped whispering to herself since they left Rowan’s room.195Please respect copyright.PENANAVvprRW611Y
“They think it’s me,” Lena wrote in her journal.195Please respect copyright.PENANAwHVTwsFzg8
She always kept one. It was the only way she could scream anymore. She glanced up. Harper was staring at her again. Not openly. Not directly. But always watching. The way someone might watch a loaded gun on a dinner table. Lena flipped to a new page and began to write, slow and deliberate.195Please respect copyright.PENANAlne8ZrP2tJ
“Rowan wasn’t the first to speak. She was just the first to be caught.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAsvYNR6dTQG
She tore out the page, folded it, and slipped it into the back of the bookshelf behind her, where she used to hide cigarettes when they were still students. Someone would find it eventually. They always did.195Please respect copyright.PENANAWrZVo65cVT
That night, Elin gathered them again in the chapel room. It had been redesigned into a sort of common area, but Lena could still see where the pews once stood. Where the fire had started. Where the flames danced like devils between them. A large chalkboard stood at the front. New. Clean. Too clean.195Please respect copyright.PENANAlfsGk5dGTl
Elin smiled that same red-lipped smile. “Since we’re… delayed, we’ll be hosting a series of memory sessions. A sort of guided reflection. To honor Rowan. To face our pasts. You understand.” No one answered. But no one left. Of course not. Leaving wasn’t an option anymore. Elin handed out white cards and black markers. “Write down one thing you remember from your last year at St. Amelia’s. One true thing.” 195Please respect copyright.PENANA6mWnZNMGFF
Lena hesitated. Her hand hovered over the card. Then she wrote: 195Please respect copyright.PENANAdpuCvkxTKs
“The fire wasn’t the worst part.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAXHcuwKiZtS
She looked around. Harper was writing furiously. Mara chewed her marker like it might bite back. Tori hadn’t moved at all. Elin collected the cards and pinned them to the board, one by one. 195Please respect copyright.PENANAyPvLWDxN5C
“I kissed Sister Eliza.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAYczledA1xC
“I saw someone lock the chapel doors that night.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAavpNKAu8Sp
“I lied about what I saw.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAnxyeu4B3B6
“I wanted the fire to happen.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAglenHPtVU8
Lena’s breath caught. That last one. No name. No handwriting to match. But someone here had written it. Someone had wanted it.195Please respect copyright.PENANAAg8GliKmuB
That night, Lena couldn’t sleep. Not because of the storm outside. Or the chapel bell that inexplicably rang once at 3:06 a.m. But because when she woke from a half-dream, gasping- There was writing on her mirror again. This time, it wasn’t lipstick.195Please respect copyright.PENANAy8AWinosZi
It was ash. Just four words:195Please respect copyright.PENANAX1jXoooGT3
“You were supposed to burn.”195Please respect copyright.PENANALCVtQciSWS
The Next Morning195Please respect copyright.PENANAWp8QOQofnN
The dining room looked different in daylight. Not brighter. Just more honest. The elegant chandeliers couldn’t disguise the way the shadows pooled in corners, like they were listening. The table was still set too perfectly- folded napkins, polished silverware, white porcelain plates waiting to be filled with things no one could stomach.195Please respect copyright.PENANAgiZP0ssysc
Four place settings. One was missing. Rowan’s. No one said her name. Tori sat with her back to the door, hunched and small, her eyes red-rimmed. Mara picked at her croissant like it might be poisoned. Harper arrived last, her heels echoing like gunshots on hardwood, sunglasses covering whatever war her eyes had waged overnight.195Please respect copyright.PENANAeMP3IssDjy
Lena was already seated. Hands in her lap. Eyes everywhere. “Did anyone sleep?” Mara asked flatly, her voice hoarse. No one answered. Elin entered, carrying a pot of coffee. Her lipstick was still perfect. “I hope you all feel more… centered this morning.”195Please respect copyright.PENANA4e15YBHDNu
Harper took off her glasses slowly. “There was ash on my mirror.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAcLZJOcYLpG
Elin tilted her head. “Ash?”195Please respect copyright.PENANAbHi9cWY8TX
Harper nodded. “Someone’s idea of a joke, I’m sure. Unless the inn is haunted, which at this point I’d believe.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAYfaknPnx5T
Mara snorted. “Maybe it’s Rowan.” Tori flinched.195Please respect copyright.PENANADh7sHLo1Z0
“You think this is funny?” Harper snapped.195Please respect copyright.PENANAlDzjHKFI6B
“I think we’re all losing it,” Mara muttered. “This place- this whole reunion- is fucked. Why are we still here?”195Please respect copyright.PENANASLKC3qsUAg
“Because someone wanted us to be,” Tori whispered.195Please respect copyright.PENANA6UG5q4JhiA
Lena’s pen scratched across her journal: “Someone planned all of this.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAEfpzffk67t
Harper noticed. “You’ve been quiet. Too quiet.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAVZ58oPuhXW
Lena stared at her. Just long enough.195Please respect copyright.PENANAaF1ULL1H8N
“You were always watching us,” Harper continued. “Even back then. You knew more than you ever said. What did Rowan tell you before she died?”195Please respect copyright.PENANAx51q0VThy0
Lena’s throat ached. The vow wrapped around her like a noose.195Please respect copyright.PENANATUHYSs1oB7
“She can’t tell you,” Tori said quietly. “That’s the whole point, remember? She hasn’t spoken since-”195Please respect copyright.PENANAocjRlo2HFE
Harper slammed her hand on the table. Coffee sloshed. “Then she better start. Because if we’re all going to die in this hellhouse, I’d rather not go blind.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAcWh0upmlt3
Mara stood abruptly. “Okay, stop. Just- stop it. This is insane. Rowan probably had a breakdown. Maybe she… she did it to herself. You all saw how she was after the fire- how we were.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAkov20J795j
“She didn’t do that to herself,” Tori said, her voice shaking.195Please respect copyright.PENANAuwsOtBl3ls
Harper’s gaze locked onto Lena again. “I think you know who did.”195Please respect copyright.PENANANww9t21Vm7
Silence stretched like barbed wire. Elin cleared her throat. “We’ll be hosting another memory circle this afternoon. It’s helpful to-”195Please respect copyright.PENANAFJCw8DxE5o
“We’re done with your little therapy sessions,” Harper snapped. “We want to leave.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAMjLWBJsnpK
“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Elin said gently. “There’s a storm coming.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAIgAc1GsAiD
“It’s already here,” Mara muttered.195Please respect copyright.PENANAq1b8dX4FWI
Lena returned to her room alone. The hallway lights flickered as she passed. She didn’t cry. But when she sat down on the bed, she noticed something tucked under her pillow. A page torn from her journal. But she hadn’t torn it out. And it wasn’t her handwriting.195Please respect copyright.PENANAEbeSKhYRhE
“You watched her die.195Please respect copyright.PENANAVxHYp66y6Z
You didn’t stop it.195Please respect copyright.PENANAx2V6Xeoc9A
Now you get to watch again.”195Please respect copyright.PENANADoiS3yaJcX
Later That Afternoon195Please respect copyright.PENANAYFAUURTQyp
Tori locked the bathroom door. Twice. She ran the tap, not to wash her hands, but to drown the silence. It was too loud otherwise. The silence had teeth now. She splashed her face, but the water felt wrong. Colder than it should have been. Like it came from somewhere deeper than pipes. She looked up. The mirror didn’t show her face at first. 195Please respect copyright.PENANAzWubbi633c
It showed Rowan’s. Burned. Mouth open. Eyes hollow. Then it blinked- and the vision was gone. Tori staggered back, heart clawing against her ribs. It’s the guilt. That’s all. You’re sleep-deprived. Dissociating. Classic symptoms. She was a therapist now. Ironically. But training couldn’t save her from memories. Or from the note she’d found slipped under her door that morning:195Please respect copyright.PENANAClBT9kt0LD
“You lied in the confessional.195Please respect copyright.PENANAJz8GhYIXa5
She heard you anyway.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAAwRVAyhFlU
Tori hadn’t meant for any of it to happen. She had just been scared. Seventeen. Desperate. And when Sister Eliza had asked her what she’d seen that night- the night the candles in the chapel sparked like they were alive- she’d done what everyone else did.195Please respect copyright.PENANAUzn0kEFNPR
She lied. But it was what she didn’t say that haunted her. What she saw just before the smoke swallowed the chapel- Rowan holding something over the flame. Harper pushing Lena to the floor. Mara standing in the doorway with a lighter in her hand. And Lena… not moving. Not screaming. Just watching.195Please respect copyright.PENANALt1QW8H5I5
Silent, even then. Tori had kept the secret like the rest of them. But it had festered. Turned her bones soft. Made her dream of blood under her fingernails, of heat, of Rowan’s voice calling to her through the walls-195Please respect copyright.PENANAEH98fB1Ykk
“You let me burn.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAVuznXAP0de
A knock at the door. Soft. Three taps. She froze. “Tori?” Elin’s voice, muffled. Tori didn’t answer. Elin tried the handle. “The others are gathering again. You should come.”195Please respect copyright.PENANA0nRlhpVUDR
“I’m not feeling well,” Tori said, too fast. “I- just give me a minute.”195Please respect copyright.PENANALYlILx4A5b
“I’ll wait,” Elin replied.195Please respect copyright.PENANANUPMXAJiuB
Of course she would. Tori leaned back against the cold tile and opened her locket. The one she hadn’t taken off in ten years. Inside: a photo of the five of them. And behind that… A folded piece of burnt parchment. She didn’t know why she kept it. Maybe to remind herself of what silence costs. She unfolded it slowly. The vow was still there. Scorched at the edges. Words faded but legible.195Please respect copyright.PENANAUEjztTAiSh
“What is said between us dies with us.195Please respect copyright.PENANAnwGLlAFchV
What is seen between us burns with us.195Please respect copyright.PENANA0MLaD3GKas
What is known between us lives only in silence.”195Please respect copyright.PENANAAf6I1mGcIs
Tori stared at it. And realized there were now four fingerprints in blood on the paper. There had only ever been five. Rowan was dead. But someone’s print had vanished.195Please respect copyright.PENANAmOuzNM6ZBn
Perfect. For Chapter Nine of The Silent Vow, we’ll return to Lena as she unearths more of the group’s dark history- this time not just through her memory, but through a hidden artifact from the school’s past. This chapter will peel back the truth inch by inch, teasing what they really did… and why someone is forcing them to remember.195Please respect copyright.PENANA1jF6vZ6O8M
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