Julia
I swear there’s somebody watching me.
The fine hairs on the back of my neck prickle to life as a deep sense of unease slinks across my skin. It’s not a new feeling, not here in this huge house on the edge of the swamp, but it still hits me hard every time, drawing the air from my lungs and sending hot fear careening through my veins.
But when I whip around to glance at the doorway of the bedroom, there’s nobody there.
There never is.
“Julia?” My best friend’s voice filters through my phone’s speakers, grounding me back in reality. “Are you still there?” Nina asks, concern leaking into her normally peppy tone.
“Mhm,” I hum, my eyes still fixed on the empty threshold.
“You sound so distracted,” Nina continues. “I thought you said you were bored out of your mind?”
“Oh, I am,” I
