-Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: Haunted by Isabel LaRosa)
Something was wrong.
I felt it before I even opened my eyes.
A sick, crawling sensation crept up my spine, wrapping itself around my throat like a cold hand. The kind of feeling that told you someone was watching. Something was there.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe evenly, to move slowly as I blinked into the dim glow of my bedside lamp. My room was silent, save for the rhythmic rise and fall of Alex's breathing beside me. His arm was draped over my waist, heavy and warm, grounding me.
But it wasn't enough.
Because something was there.
I turned my head slightly, gaze drifting toward my window—
And then I froze.
A shadow.
A figure.
Standing beyond the glass, so still, it could have been part of the night itself.
I felt my stomach drop.
My heartbeat pounded against my ribs, a rapid, uneven drum. My breath hitched. My fingers curled into the sheets.
