Lewis Peterson
"You have to wake up Lewis Peterson, even though you're rude, I still love seeing you alive and I don't want you to die." I heard a familiar female voice say caressing my right arm.
I've been hearing this same voice for sometime now, but I wasn't sure how long. The only difference is; then it seemed like I was hearing the voice from far, but now it became closer.
She cleared her throat and started reading a scary story she called ghosting the billionaire bad boy to me. I've been following the story and enjoyed it whenever she reading it.
I guess she wasn't reading from a book, maybe a phone or laptop cause she wasn't flipping pages. She read too fast like she was reading to herself, but I still understood.
Something seemed off to me, something about me, something ab
