Chapter Thirty-Seven.

Jaselle's P O V

"Freddy, what the hell is going on here?" Sofia questioned and I tried to convince myself she didn't sound like me due to her noticeable accent but in reality, her voice sounded just as pitchy as mine does. The only difference asides the accent is that she talks calmly and firmly while I talk so fast that if you aren't actually paying full attention, you would almost think I'm cooking up a verse for a local rap battle.

"I'm wondering so myself" came Freddy's response without blinking his eyes even once.

"Who are you and why are you out in the woods so late at night??" The second man asked and only then did I remember he was standing behind me all along.

I tried to form words but nothing came out from my mouth.

My lips moved in attempt to form a speech but nothing was to be heard.

My gaze remained intently fixed on Sofia while a thousand questions ran through my mind.

"Wait, aren't you supposed to be.......... I don't know....... Dead?" I questioned but immediately r