Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her. She had just heard a tiny voice ask for something. It was the response to her last scream for assistance. Then she hears footsteps, a coming step, but it fades. Was she having a hallucination? She raises her arms and stands, her hands resting on the wall. She can hear her breathing. She has no idea how many days or nights she has spent in this dimly lit room. This is not a room. It's more like a hole with a rough stone wall surrounding it. Or perhaps she's i

Mrs. Vera's door was opened by Andrew. Mrs. Vera was trembling in the corner of the room. She was terrified of ghosts, just like a child. Angela dashed up to her and led her to her bed. "Mrs. Vera, what happened?" "Someone was in my room. She was standing next to the cupboard." Her hands shook violently. "Calm down, we're here now," Angela said to her. "Take a deep breath," Angela instructed Andrew, who quickly went to get a glass of water. "Who did you see?" Angela asked Mrs. Vera. "The... the lady in a wedding gown," Mrs. Vera continued to shake. She looked at Angela as if she was about to burst with terror. She clapped right in Angela's face. "She was there. I think she was looking at me through her veil. She also held something sharp in her hand. I screamed and covered my face and closed my eyes, and when I opened them, she was gone," she said after a brief pause. "Perhaps she was well aware that I was out on the lawn with Andrew," Angela said. And a cold sensation crawled dow

The old house was old and the floor was quacking every time Angela walked around in the living or even the wall couldn’t be trusted for its durability. Maybe it was abandoned a decade ago. The window’s cover was a bit dislocated and one was ready to fall. Angela saw no neighborhoods closer to the place and the old house was surrounded by tall trees. It was already dark when she and Andrew arrived at the house from the burger junction Angela had spent hours waiting for Andrew from the hospital. They didn’t talk much; Andrew had to deliver the bad news to Leonard at the hospital that she was gone and then he would pick her up and leave the city. That’s the deal. And now she was looking around uncertain and hurt about what she had done to Leonardo. “What was his reaction?” Rakiza was teary-eyed when asking. “He was angry as expected,” Andrew said in a low tone of voice, “And I’m sorry.” “Sorry for what?” Angela frowned. “I’m sorry for making a story about you.” “What story?” Angel

Angela came to a halt in front of her house's gate, while Andrew looked around. On the way to the house, there were small houses for the less fortunate, and Angela's house was the only larger one in the neighborhood. Rakiza thanked Andrew for his assistance after a few moments of silence. "I appreciate you accompanying me home. This is my home. " "May I enter?" Andrew inquired, his face pleading. "Follow me," Angela said as she led Andrew inside the house. "Please accept my apologies. I have nothing to offer." "A top of water would do," Andrew said with a thin smile. Andrew lingered for a while. They discussed the house and Angela's plan, which was nothing at the time. Angela was surprised to see her elderly male neighbor knocking on her door. "Mr. Brown? It's you, "Angela said, smiling. "You looked fantastic and gained weight, which makes you look healthier and stronger," Mr. Brown said. "I had an accident, but don't mind it," Angela said, holding her mouth open to say somethi

It's a coincidence. Her stolen pose and appearance in Leonardo's house were entirely coincidental, and she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her face on the canvas. But it was genuine. Their paths had crossed before she planned to murder Leonardo, and that secret had followed her since the day she fell in love with him. She tried her hardest to sleep as Leonardo desired. Leonardo decided to check on Lara's apartment after Angela confirmed her belief that Lara was the real killer. And that would be the following day.She was staring out the window. The sky was too dark, with not a single star blinking. She then stood up to close the window when she noticed a white image below it. It was just a repeat of what had happened before. A woman in a wedding gown was walking around. Angela dashed as fast as she could to reveal the truth. But when she arrived at the studio's patio, the image had vanished, and Leonardo had exited the building."What happened?" Leonardo, concerned, inquired.