ISABEL'S POV.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t bring myself to shut my eyes for even a second without imagining if the ghost was currently standing in my room or beside my bed. The things Edna had said, coupled with the stories I’d heard from Marcy, had really messed with my mind, and now I was too afraid to sleep alone. So there I was, standing in front of Leo’s door in the middle of the night after tossing and turning for hours without getting any sleep.
I took a deep breath and raised my hand to knock.
The door opened a few seconds later reveling a shirtless Leo with nothing but a pair of sweatpants on. My eyes lingered on his bare chest for a moment before I hurriedly forced myself to look away, my cheeks heating up.
Leo took one look at me in my nightshirt, clutching a pil
