Chapter 672

Chapter 672

The silence of the night made the feeling ten times worse.

A cold shiver crawled up my neck, and before I knew it, I was running

I didn't stop until I reached the car waiting at the curb. The driver glanced at me, out of breath and wide-eyed, and chuckled. "You didn't need to run-I'm not in a hurry," Neither was I. I was just scared out of my mind.

I turned back to look at the alley I had just sprinted from. It was empty. Nothing there.

But those footsteps-clear as day-had followed me, Someone had been there.

Now, sitting in the safety of the car, I regretted not turning around earlier, not confronting whatever it was.

The first thing I did was call Lena. After hearing me out, she laughed. "Sounds like you ran into a ghost in the middle of the night."

A ghost? Yeah, right.

I was about to tell her how ridiculous that sounded when she added, "Or maybe it was a perverted ghost."

Okay, fine. Dim alleys and late nights were a setup for creeps, not ghosts. But if it was some stalker, wouldn't they have done more than just follow me?

way too hard. Seriously, Rea, chill with

alcohol was the only

the driver pulled away, I glanced

figure stepped out

Tall. Upright.

a split second, it looked

straight to my head. I slapped the back of the driver's seat so hard,

the brakes, and I lunged for the door-only to find

the door! Now!"

the second I heard the click, I shoved it open

Bad idea,

hard, slamming onto my knees. Pain shot up my legs like a lightning bolt, and for a second, my vision blurred with

scrambled over to help, the figure I'd seen was gone,

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my scraped knees, the sting spreading sharp and raw, and the overwhelming weight in my

anymore. The tears came fast and ugly,

like the pain had finally cracked something open-the strength

shaken, called Mr. Seth, who showed up and insisted I go to

the one who cleaned and dressed the wounds on

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