The bell rang, announcing the end of the school day. Students burst out of the classroom like a small storm, filling the corridors with laughter, chatter, and noise.
But Elara remained behind, gathering her books in silence, slipping away as if she were invisible to the world.
She bent down to pick up one last notebook, and as her hand stretched out, a sudden chill brushed against her arm. Startled, she gasped and spun around—yet the room was empty.
Her heart raced as if unseen footsteps chased her, shadows clinging to her every move. Shivering, she bolted out of the classroom, trying to calm the tremor in her chest.
Home was quiet as always, too quiet. Since the death of her parents a year ago, she had lived alone in that silent house. She made herself a simple dinner, sat at her desk, and tried to force her mind back into studying. But her thoughts drifted restlessly, haunted by that strange moment.
The sudden ring of her phone broke her daze.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Elara!" Sofia's voice was bright and insistent. "Don't you dare stay home tonight. There's a party at ten, and you're coming with me. Please wear something exciting—don't be boring as usual!"
Elara sighed. "I still have lessons—"
"No excuses! Books can wait, but this party is a rare chance. I'll pick you up at ten sharp. Be ready!"
Before Elara could protest further, Sofia hung up. She stared at the phone for a moment, whispering to herself, Maybe I need to breathe… Maybe I need this…
She opened her wardrobe, flipping through her clothes without enthusiasm. Something felt strange, as if eyes were on her. She shivered and glanced over her shoulder—nothing.
Finally, she chose a light-blue blouse with short sleeves and a pair of jeans. She tied up her hair, added a touch of makeup, and stood before the mirror.
Then, warm breath brushed against her ear. A faint whisper, low and chilling:
"Beautiful…"
Her lips trembled. A small scream slipped out as her whole body froze. Her heart pounded like war drums, her hands shaking uncontrollably. She spun around, but the room was empty—again.
The doorbell rang, making her jump. She glanced at the clock. Ten o'clock sharp.
Opening the door, she found Sofia standing there, radiant in a short black dress.
Sofia's eyes widened in disbelief. "What on earth are you wearing? Change immediately—we're not going to a retirement home, we're going to a party!"
Elara muttered, "But I like my clothes—"
"Not tonight," Sofia said firmly. "Next time you can choose, but tonight we're going my way."
Sofia laughed, tugging Elara outside, still teasing:
"Beautiful…"