BAILEY’S POV
Little child
Little child
Little child
Come here
Here…
I am in the wounds and someone’s calling for me again. It was the same voice of a woman I kept hearing over and over in my past dreams.
“Bailey! Please hold on.”
From a distance, I heard another voice which I recognized. It was Fern’s. I looked around to see the origin of his calling but I can’t see him.My surroundings are blurry.
Little child….
“Fern!” I yelled in the middle of the woods while struggling to catch my breath. I look around my surroundings once again and I realized that thick fogs are filling up the atmosphere. There are tall pine trees around and dried leaves on the ground.
