For a moment, I stopped breathing.
The moment that I saw the old woman standing behind the TV, I momentarily froze before eventually snapping out of it and taking a step back.
How in the world...!?
'I swear I heard her go up the stairs!'
I was quite certain about what I'd heard. How was this possible?
It made absolutely no sense to me, but at the same time, I knew that this wasn't the time for me to dwell on the situation as I felt the old woman's empty gaze fall on me as she held onto a small candle lamp that flickered across the room.
I slowly pulled the glasses away from my face.
"...So it's the same young man from before."
The old woman's voice was brittle, nearly a whisper, but it was that very fragility that sent a chill crawling up the back of my neck.
Creepy.
It was so damn creepy!
"What do we have here?"
Her gaze eventually lowered towards the photo in my hand.
"Oh... dear."
