The wind that blew passed by her ears which making the silent night grew colder took away the only light that is guiding her through the darkness. Fear started to crawl underneath her skin as Isle tried to light the candle up once again with her shaking hands only to fail miserably. A cold shiver ran down her spine when she felt another presence in the room, indicating the she’s not alone in the dark living room of the ancestral home where she and her friend’s staying at anymore. Although reluctant to turn around, Isle does so with her eyes closed.
Inside, she prayed to Him to see anyone other than the devil itself. When Isle mustered all courage she has, she opened her eyes and saw a figure standing not so far away from her. She narrowed her eyes as his appearance remains vague in the de
