My vision shifted around the strange surroundings, attempting to make sense of the bedposts and draperies.
I was no longer alive. Right?
No, but girls who were believed to be deceased did not show up at their homes.
They clearly let themselves inside their deceased neighbor's house to pass out, much like a twisted modern Goldilocks tale.
Aside from the convenience and the fact that I had the key, there were other reasons I went to Nia's residence.
I forced myself out of Nia's bed, my mind whirling. I reached for my backpack.
Nia had to have a phone charger on hand, didn't she? I discovered one plugged into the wall next to the bedside table, which was possibly the most predictable thing I'd ever seen Nia do. One issue has been resolved. One of approximately a thousand.
Anothe
