Chapter 18

Clair lay in her bed with a permanent frown etched between her brows. Her eyes were distant as she stared into the thin air, twisting her fingers and locking her feet together nervously. Suddenly, a shrill voice begged for help, ringing in her ears and causing her heart to race. "No please don't! Please help!! Anybody!" she heard the voice scream, and it sent shivers down her spine.

Her thoughts escalated quickly, causing her to jolt up in bed, a few tears dropping into her lap. She gasped for air, as if she was suffocating. "Haah!" she gave out a heavy breath and looked down at her finger, which she had twisted painfully. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and droplets of sweat were visible between the curtains of her bangs.

She hurriedly got up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom, even though her leg was still wrapped in the bandage. She turned on the tap and poured a ton of soap onto her hand, frantically washing them. She scrubbed aggressively, water splashing everywhere,