Miranda's POV
"Who are you?"
"..you?"
"...ou?"
"...u?"
My voice echoed in the dark as my eyes stared at the faceless girl floating midair. She didn't give an answer; instead, her right hand was stretched in front of me as if trying to help me get up.
"Grab my hand, Miranda, and I promise to give answers to your questions." She said, her head tilted sideways, and the flesh on her face shifted. Was it from shock… or something else? I couldn't read her expression, but whatever she 'saw' behind me must be very frightening.
"Please take my hands before it's too late," She said urgently. I was about to refuse when a cold chill crawled through my back.
Something was behind me!
What was it?
The hairs on my skin jumped up in fright and the inner voice in me screamed for me to run away from here!
"Grab my hand!" She screamed, dread gripped tightly to her voice. As if responding to her fear, the chill quickly crawled through my spine, running its way up to my… head.
