There was something about her I couldn’t explain,
She laughed at the parties, danced in the rain,
With deep blue eyes that pulled you in,
"She's perfect," they said, wearing foolish grins.
But nights have secrets, and people do too,
And sometimes charm hides what's true.
I saw her leave when the music died,
Curiosity burned—I couldn't let it slide.
So I followed her steps through streets gone cold,
Moon hanging low, stories untold.
Then I stopped... saw her with him—
Liam Moore, with that arrogant grin.
One of the worst from our high school halls,
Cruel with words, crueler with calls.
They talked for a while, under trees so bare,
Then she smiled—a smile that didn’t care.
Something about it sent chills to my skin,
Like a twisted game she was ready to win.
I ducked behind branches, holding my breath,
Hoping they’d leave, fearing what’s next.
Liam’s voice lowered, hers stayed calm,
Like she held fate right in her palm.
Minutes stretched out, then he turned away,
She lingered a moment, like she wanted to stay.
Then glanced toward me—my heart skipped a beat,
Did she see me hiding? Shadows at my feet.
I turned back fast, tried not to think,
Told myself, "It’s nothing," fought every link.
But days passed slow, and whispers grew loud,
"Liam’s missing," echoed through the crowd.
Posters on lockers, questions in class,
Search parties formed, hours that passed.
No trace, no clue—just gone without a sign,
And every time I looked at her... her smile aligned.
Eyes like oceans, calm but deep,
Hiding secrets no one should keep.
And I remembered that night beneath the trees,
The way she laughed, so effortlessly.
But oh, how she cried when the news broke loud,
Face in her hands, lost in the crowd.
"I can’t believe it," her voice would shake,
But something about it all felt fake.
Every memorial, she stood up front,
Hugging his friends, bearing the brunt.
Tears that glistened, perfectly placed,
But behind her grief... a darker taste.
And just when the town tried moving on,
Another week passed—another kid gone.
This time Jason, a bully well-known,
Vanished at night, never came home.
Panic erupted, theories ran wild,
But she just whispered, "Such a troubled child..."
Her eyes so soft, her voice sincere,
Yet each word she spoke bred quiet fear.
Week after week, names turned to ghosts,
Those with dark pasts vanished the most.
Locker doors closed, whispers grew worse,
Like the school itself carried a curse.
And Nebula mourned them, candle in hand,
Crying on shoulders, taking a stand.
"We must stay strong," she gently said,
While another body was marked as dead.
By the fourth week, tension so high,
People glanced sideways, fear in their eyes.
Yet there she was, dressed in soft blue,
"This can’t go on," she whispered too.
Assemblies formed, police came near,
Parents demanded answers through fear.
But Nebula stood with a trembling gaze,
Playing her part in the twisted maze.
And there she stands beneath silver skies,
Whispering names as the town cries.
"I tried to help," her voice so sweet,
But shadows swirl around her feet.
Fingers trace scars no one can see,
"They had it coming—don’t blame me."
Eyes like voids, pulling you in,
A storm beneath her porcelain skin.
Run if you hear her call your name,
Smiles and tears—it’s all the same.
One step closer, you’ve sealed your fate,
Nebula waits... it’s far too late.
I saw her last night by the old oak tree,
Humming a tune—so carefree.
Her eyes caught mine, and for a while,
She offered me that haunting smile.
Late at night, I lie awake,
Playing back each past mistake.
Why did I follow? Why didn’t I leave?
Now I’m caught in webs she weaves.
Saw her last Friday, near the football field,
Eyes catching mine—my fate sealed?
"You look tense," she softly spoke,
Voice like honey with venom cloaked.
I stammered out lies, tried to walk away,
But her laughter echoed, begged me to stay.
And now here I sit, pen to page,
Pouring out fear, regret, and rage.
If you find this note, if you read these lines,
Know I tried escaping the signs.
So if you see her bat those eyes,
Hear her laughter, sweet disguise...
Remember Liam and what he found,
Before the earth swallowed him down.
And when she smiles, charming and kind,
Just wonder, quietly: Who’s next in line?
Because as weeks unfold, the list grows long,
And Nebula’s grief still sings its song.
But when no one's watching, when no one's near,
That smile twists into something clear.
Maybe I’m wrong... maybe it’s chance,
Or maybe I’m caught in Nebula’s dance.
Either way, if you’re hearing this tale,
Stay far away... or you might fail.
And if one night you hear her sing,
Under the stars as darkness clings,
Run. Don’t turn back. Don’t meet her gaze,
Or you’ll vanish too... lost in her maze.