Han

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓻~ Her eyes drift closed as she starts to fall asleep. That’s until a soft voice whispers in her ear, “you think you’re alone, but you’re not." Her eyes shot open, only to find no one was there. She sat up against the plush cushions of the couch, and glanced around for closure. Alas, she received nothing but her cat sitting on the window sill beside the desk, dozing off. She pulled the quilt over the back of the couch, stood up, A dizziness flooding over her. She shook it off like dust, and gazed at the stars with her sleep-ridden eyes. They twinkled brighter than the old lamp that had been rewired too many times, and glowed only enough to be able to barely see through the darkness. 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴, the floorboards groaned as if someone was walking across them, possibly even running, but it was just her in the nearly-empty room. The door sang as it opened only a little, caught in her peripheral vision. She spun on her heel, staring wide-eyed at the rustic wooden door, the dark circles under her eyes glistening in the amber lights. 𝓲’𝓶 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼. She lets it go, and returned to her makeshift bed on the couch she been living on for the past five months.