Chapter 47: The Ghost's Words
Nadeira watched as the chair was rocking slowly…
The old man's lips had just parted as if he was ready to speak, but then the sound of the floorboards creaking filled the room.
Nadeira turned her head for just a moment, her heart immediately started thudding. When she looked back, the chair was empty…
"Grandpa?" her voice cracked, sounding so thin and trembling. She blinked, searching the room, but surprisingly there was no one there.
Not a shadow, not a person. Only the echo of what he had said before.
Her breath grew heavy. "No… no, I saw him. I saw him." She whispered to herself, gripping the table edge. "He was right there."
Her knees weakened. She backed away until her heel hit the broken doorframe. Nadeira turned, bolting outside.
The chilly wind hit her face, but it did nothing to calm her shaking hands. She ran across the small patch of land until a voice stopped her.
"Child."
Nadeira's legs stopped moving.
