And no it dosen't end and no its not a dobble ganger.make it bloody, gory, and violent. And her friend Violet tries to help but she was too scared and terrified. She hears grace cry for help. But future grace just beat her with a metal bat. Until Grace co

The winds howled like tortured souls outside the decrepit house, the wooden boards creaking under the weight of darkness as Violet stood frozen in the doorway. Her heart raced as the sounds of struggle echoed from the other room – Grace's cries for help cutting through the air like a knife. Violet hesitated, the overwhelming urge to flee warred with her instinct to save her friend. "Grace!" she shouted, her voice trembling with fear. But it was too late. Violet pushed further into the shadows, the flickering light from the single remaining bulb illuminating a scene pulled from the very depths of nightmares. Grace lay on the ground, her once-innocent face now a mask of terror, eyes wide and pleading. But it was the figure looming over her that chilled Violet to her core – future Grace, though twisted and gnarled, still bore the familiar features of her friend. This version of Grace was feral, a creature birthed from rage and bloodlust. A metal bat hung loosely in her grip, dripping crimson as if it had absorbed every ounce of sorrow from the world. "Help me!" Grace gasped, her voice cracking, raw with pain. But future Grace merely smiled, a horrific grin splitting her blood-soaked face. "Help?" she echoed, her voice a low, twisted hiss. "You were never meant to help. You were meant to watch." With a sickening swing, future Grace brought the bat down with brutal force, connecting sharply with Grace’s side. The sickening crack of bone filled the air, drowning out Grace’s tortured scream. Violet's heart sunk into her stomach, a wave of nausea washing over her as she pressed her back against the wall, too paralyzed to run. She watched in horror as, with each swing of the bat, future Grace's laughter mingled with Grace’s cries, a cacophony of despair. Grace’s body lay limp, unable to respond as future Grace continued her gruesome assault, methodically bludgeoning until the floor beneath her transformed from wood to a grotesque canvas, painted by agony and despair. Violet felt the blood drain from her face, her breath hitching in fear as future Grace turned her gaze toward her. Eyes glinting with madness, she stepped closer, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood. Violet's heart raced as future Grace’s expression twisted into something victorious and taunting. "Now, it’s your turn," she intoned, her voice a menacing whisper that sent shivers cascading down Violet’s spine. With a chilling smile plastered across her face, future Grace advanced, each step echoing like a drum in Violet’s ears. In a panic, Violet blinked hard, hoping desperately that she’d wake from this nightmare – but when she opened her eyes, future Grace had vanished, leaving nothing but the haunting shadows and the remnants of horror behind. Violet stood in a thick silence, alone in the dark, the realization that she couldn’t help her friend seeping into her bones. The memory of future Grace's bloody smile lingered, a specter that would haunt her long after she escaped the house. The past didn’t end. It twisted and spiraled, forming a path drenched in agony, forever seared in Violet's mind.