My eyes slowly fluttered open to a dark room. I could barely make out a thing with my human eyes. I tried to wake Deena, to jostle her out of her unconsciousness, but it wasn’t something we had learned in school. I was at a loss.
“I see you’re awake,” For a minute, the voice was normal, a pleasantly familiar one, and I recalled how I had screamed and hugged the owner of the voice as a child and even an adult.
“Why?” I asked in frustration and disbelief. The sweet and familiar voice was replaced with a dark and sinister one that I would never have thought possible to belong to Aunt Janna. The lady who was best friends with my parents and baked me cookies. The one who supported me when everyone else thought I was a fraud.
“Why not?” She asked with a cold smile, shrugging her left shoulder
