BAILEY'S POV
“Little child, come here…” I am in the woods and someone’s calling for me.
Little child…
Little child…
Come here….
“I don’t want to.” I replied to the voice but my feet told it otherwise. As if they are deciding on their own, both my legs walked towards the supposed source of the voice. I surveyed the scene and I saw no house or cabin nearby. All I see are tall pine trees and dried leaves on the ground.
Little child…
The voice of a woman keeps echoing as it confuses me where to look. Everything felt hazy and I am surrounded by a dim atmosphere. It’s seems quite a windy afternoon and I’m hearing thunder. I anticipated rain but no water is pouring down the moment I looked above. The sky i
