FIGURE UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

ALICIA P.O.V

“Catalyst, Catalyst!” The vehement whisper woke me up in the middle of the night. I felt my bones shake at the fearful feeling that grasped my ribs; I quickly put on the lamp as I looked around the room but there was no one there. After a while I dropped the lamp and about to go back to bed I heard the same whisper but this time I could tell that it was coming from outside the bedroom door.

I pulled my weight off the bed as I approached the door carefully with my hand clinging to the lamp. Taking a deep breath I opened the door swiftly drifting the lamb to the sides but there was still no one present.

“Zoey…” I called but there was still no response. I waited for a while and then the sound came again. Driven with curiosity I followed the sound past the sitting room until I arrived outside and then it vanished.

It was freezing outside and the weather wasn’t good for my health, the entire condition gave me a bad impression but whatever was the reason I remained outside rema