Chapter 48

Asher’s POV

I traced where the noise was coming from, following the bass sound till I stopped right in front of a television. A young girl with shoulder-length hair sat on the floor with folded legs and focused on the comic animation otherwise known as cartoon playing on the television. She looked like she was ten years old. The place was dark with no streaks of light streaming in. It looked like a living room of a big house. I’m assuming Camille’s family house as a kid. She pointed at the television that showed a cat known as Tom being spanked with a shovel till he took the shape or form of it and she chuckled hysterically.

“Camille!” I called out as I tried to touch her but my hands passed through her body like I was touching an air, a soul or spirit. This Camille wasn’t alive but dead. Her body was present yet untouchable.

A woman came in drunk and threw a bottle past Camille’s head, and bursting into a cackle. “Oops! I thought that was your father, Blake.” She