Walking on the street, she felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck. Wrapping her hands around her body, holding her loose gown together, she fastened her pace.
“Carla."
The voice stopped her movement, it sounded old and creepy. Turning back to the owner of the voice, she found herself staring at a group of old women she couldn't count.
'They are just old women.’ She knew she was lying to herself.
They weren't just old women, their eyes were too fierce for the sagging skin of their faces, the only thing old about them was their skin and probably their voice.
The one who Carla suspected had called her earlier stepped forward. She wanted retreat, maybe to run but her trembling legs were pinned to the tarred ground.
Her eyeballs moved wildly in search of another normal hu
