Chapter 1: The Voice That Woke Me
The first scream didn’t come from outside — it came from inside my dream.
I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. The room was dark, the air too heavy, too still. Then I heard it — a whisper slicing through the silence.
“Please… don’t forget me.”
My eyes shot toward the doorway. A figure stood there — a woman, soaked to the bone, her hair clinging to her pale face. The shadows wrapped around her like fog.
When I blinked, she was gone.
The only thing left behind… was the sound of water dripping on the floor.
Cliffhanger: When I turned on the light, a wet footprint trailed from the doorway straight to my bed.
