Crossroads

Chapter 270

Last night. Stephanie was kept up for most of the night by the crazy person upstairs. Thankfully, he quieted down after midnight. Otherwise, she might have gone upstairs to give him a piece of her mind.

She couldn’t shake off the residents stories about the haunted Room 402. Combined with the noise from above, she ended up and spent the whole night having nightmares.

with frayed nerven

In her dream, she was in a spacious, unfamiliar room. The room was empty except for a large white bed in the center, and she was tied to it, unable to move her limbs.

Stephanie struggled in fear, but the ropes were thick and firmly bound her hands and feet. She couldn’t break free. A dark figure then entered the room, but she couldn’t see his face dearly, likely because she was restrained. From the angle of her position, the figure seemed extremely tall and

terrifying.

“Who are you! Are you trying to hurt me! What did I do to offend you!” She tried to stay calm and negotiate. “If I really did something wrong. I apologize. Ill make it up to you. You can ask whatever you want.”

But the person just stood silently by the bedside, not saying a word.

Finally, Stephanie couldn’t suppress her fear and screamed, “Hurt me if you want. I don’t care about the pain or suffering Just give me back my children. They’re just babies. Please, don’t hurt them just give them back!”

She then woke up with tears still streaming down her face.

Stephanie sat up, leaning against the headboard in a daze. Ever since that night, nightmares had become a nightly ritual, a terror that seeped into

Late her very bones.

She couldn’t forget what had happened, but whenever she tried to delve deeper, she was afraid to remember too clearly

She was trapped in this conflicting emotion, like being lost in a maze, unable to find her way out. Fear and anxiety gnawed at her, her spirit nearly shattered. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on or what she was even living for anymore,

Stephanie grabbed the medicine from her bedside table and took a pill without caring if it was on an empty stomach.

She closed her eyes, silently repeating her prayer in her mind. She didn’t dare speak the words aloud, convinced that saying them might somehow negate their power. It wasn’t superstition, just pure fear.

Stephanie knew she couldn’t wallow in misery. She jumped out of bed, freshened up, and threw open all the windows, flooding the house with sunlight and a renewed sense of life.

The air was crisp after last night’s downpour. She inhaled deeply changed into her running clothes, and decided to jog around the block. A little exercise could work wonders for her mood.

The moment she depped outside, she spotted the white drone still sitting there.

“Who leaves an expensive toy like this lying around!” she wondered.

her She knelt down for a closer look and was impressed by the drone’s intricate

but could only watch helplessly as it zipped out

wasn’t her thing, after all. She leaned against the window, anxiety grawing at her. Unsure how to fix this, her eyes darted to the elevator, and in a moment of panic, she decided to ditch it and take

the lawn was quite damp, but fortunately, the concrete dried quickly. Stephanie ran frantically after the drone, splashing water and getting her pants dirty. Finally, she retrieved

on the ground, tempted to kick it

hers to destroy. She fiddled with the remote control, unable to resist pushing a

button.

even shot up into

it wasn’t so hard

to put it back in its place, a

an adult, excitedly chasing the drone. It barked and

startled. She

The husky was probably a pet from one of the residents. It didn’t bite people, just keeping running after the drone

electric toy, making the drone fly erratically up

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trying to catch it until it eventually got tired, panting with its tongur

long, the thirsty dog ran back home for water. Stephanie guessed it would return soon, so she brought the drone down to ground level. making it zigzag in

from the neatly trimmed lawn ahead. She focused

grass.

a year old, with soft skin and dressed in a cute little Spider–Man nutit. His big curious

Stephanie froze, watching

this unexpected little visitor. The todiller, a bit wobbly on

was completely stunned.

was nine in the morning, the sun playing peek–a–boo behind the clouds. It was a lovely Saturday

to hang our with Stephanie for the day.

head upstairs, Andy tugged on Molly’s sleeve, his tiny finger pointing towards an empty spot on the west side

with her back to them. It was Stephanie, absorbed in whatever

you doing“” Molly

cheeks as she tried to tuck the remote behind

shook her head and gave herself a

playing with an electric toy a and letting the baby crawl

a bit flustered. She hadn’t meant to let him get dirty, but a little mess was okay if he

or six, standing behind Molly. “And who’s this?” she asked. Andy, the boy

even more speechless. She couldn’t believe

so he doesn’t have preschool. Scott has something to discuss with

her expression noticeably froze for a moment

lively toddler up ahead finally got what he wanted. His small hands wrapped around the drone, and he excitedly squealed with joy before trying to