Friday, 16 March 2018.
Emilie’s private hill house, somewhere far in New York City.
The way that soft footsteps approaching the room, just sounds pretty terrifying in her ears. It feels like that kind of moment in a thriller show. The creepy feeling on the back of her neck grows stronger. Especially when Emilie remembers that she’s been here all alone since Sonia leaves for having a morning run.
“s**t!” Emilie mutters to herself.
When the footsteps come really closer, her eyes finally can see who really arrives at her private house here. And that’s when her mouth falls flat for a second.
She can’t even think straight. Everything feels just so confusing. She must be dreaming. It must be a nightmare. She just hopes that she will wake up sooner than later. But the dark thought is creatin
