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.

time, curiosity got the better of her She knelt down for a closer look and was impressed by the drone’s intricate design. She picked up the remate and pressed a few buttons, Suddenly, it lit up and

it but could only watch helplessly as it zipped out the stairwell

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

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

she glared at the toy drone on the

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

button.

turned on a dime, and even shot up into the air surprisingly fast. After playing

wasn’t so hard

put it back in its place, a large dog suddenly appeared.

as an adult, excitedly chasing the drone. It barked and bared its teeth, trying to bite

was startled. She n

after half a minute, she calmed down. The husky was probably a pet from one of the residents. It didn’t bite people, just keeping running

controlled the electric toy, making the drone fly erratically up

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it until it eventually

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

she heard a faint rustling from the neatly trimmed lawn ahead. She focused her attention, and a small

grass.

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

Stephanie froze, watching

little visitor. The todiller, a bit wobbly on

was completely

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

had brought Andy over to hang our with Stephanie for the

they could head upstairs, Andy tugged on Molly’s sleeve, his tiny finger pointing towards an

the woman sitting cross–legged on the ground with her back to them. It was Stephanie, absorbed in whatever she was. doing

doing“” Molly asked.

the title guy company, Stephanie replied calmly, then looked up and recognized Molly Abhish crept onto her cheeks as she tried to

her head and

she was still playing with an electric toy

yet, Stephanie explained, feeling a bit flustered. She hadn’t meant to let

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

Andy, even more speechless. She couldn’t believe that Scott’s son

doesn’t have preschool. Scott has something to discuss with Dominick tonight, so I thought I’d bring

“Dominick“, her expression noticeably froze

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