MARA
The door creaks open, making a strange and unwelcome sound. My heart jumps as someone steps into the room.
“Who’s there?” I sit up, holding the thin blanket tightly like it could actually protect me from whoever or whatever is sneaking into my supposed room in the dead of the night.
"It's me, Leona," her familiar voice says softly, but still carrying a creepiness I’ve now come to associate with her.
Leona is equal to creepiness, psychopath, witch, anything other awkward name you know.
Leona, the Jorge's maid, steps into the faint light, her slender figure outlined sharply in the darkness.
“Leona? What are you doing in here?” My voice is sharper than intended, but it’s late, and I’m tired.
I just want to sleep! Can’t this girl just f*****g mind her business!
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