CHAPTER 80: MAD CLARABELLE

CHAPTER 80

~3RD PERSON'S POV~

Clarabelle rushed to her room and fell on her bed, shivering as the thoughts about what happened to her in the passage replayed in her head.

Christine rushed into the room and turned to her bed with a worried expression on her face.

“Hey, Clarabelle,” she said as she walked toward the bed. She sat beside Clarabelle, touched her thigh, and quickly retracted her palm, feeling the intense vibration of her body.

“Hey, what's wrong? Some of the other maids told me you suddenly screamed on the way here. What's going on?” Christine asked. Holding Clarabelle's hand.

Clarabelle remained quiet. Her eyes focused on the wall opposite her bed. Her irises shrank as she stared at the point where the wall and the floor joined. She raised her left index finger and pointed to it.

“What is it?” Christine asked, turning to the area where Clarabelle pointed.

Clarabelle said nothing; her eyes were still focused on that point, and her finger was stuck pointing in that direction.