Rosewood Manor, December 5, 2018.
She opened her eyes to observe the nightmare that persisted outside her dreams.
“Abigail, dear, Get ready now”, instructed Silvester.
He tried to grab her hand but she flung his hand away with a slap.
He eyed her like a hawk and she began to crawl backwards and clenched the bed sheet out of fear. Since her hairs were wildly scattered over her face, he gently tucked them behind her face. While her tiny wrists trembled, her eyes didn’t budge. He noticed her discomfort and her shivering hands.
The room’s silence prevailed as the man quietly went away.
She stood from her bed, brushed her hairs to tidy them up and then moved towards the cupboard to gather her clothes for the funeral.
Then, she observed the black dress that was placed on the bed and
