ISABEL'S POV.
It was here again tonight. It was back.
A shiver coursed through me as I stared at the crow perched on my window once more, its unblinking red eyes staring directly at me, as if pulling me further into the shadows of my own fear.
I had just arrived in my room after a stressful day when I found it here, right where it was last night, almost as if it never left in the first place. If I didn’t know better, I would think I was seeing things when I thought it had left.
The feeling of dread and doom was almost suffocating. I could feel my panic building higher and higher with each second I spent staring at it, and yet I couldn’t look away. I felt that if I did, I’d lose whatever small hold I had on reality. I didn’t know if I could face this alone, but I had no choice.
“What a
