Wesley Wood barely slept the previous night. When he tried to get some sleep, Freya was there. Haunting him. Making sure he was not enjoying his sleep. Cackling at him as she held hands with Kimberly.
He never believed in ghosts but now he did. He believed he was getting haunted by Freya and Kimberly. The nightmares were frequent. And a few times, he had hallucinated about Freya.
He wished he had not ever crossed paths with the step-sisters. They were doing this to him. Wrecking his mind. f*****g him up in the head.
And now, his life had fallen apart. He felt absolutely no passion for anything. Not even the rock music he once was so passionate about. He didn't want to be a rockstar anymore. He had even sold his favorite guitar and given out his leather jackets. He didn't give a f**k abo
