Chapter 127 Blood and Ghosts.
She picked it up and froze at the sight of a severed, blood–soaked finger.
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Her head snapped up: Yunicey lifeless on the bed, eyes wide open in death. One limp hand hung off the edge, dripping blood, while the rest of her mangled fingers thudded to the floor beside Lily’s feet
With a gasp, Lily jolted upright, her breathing sharp and erratic.
She was drenched in cold sweat. Looking around again–she was still in the hospital. Elsie was still asleep in the bed next to hers.
But this time, there was no Yunice on the bed, and no fingers on the floor.
It had been <b>a </b><b>dream </b>within a dream. It took Lily several minutes to calm down, but even then, she didn’t dare fall back asleep. She turned on every light in the room and <b>leaned </b>against the headboard, scrolling through her phone,
But she couldn’t focus on anything. Her <b>mind </b>was scattered. After aimlessly flicking through a few news headlines and videos, something shed across the screen–a picture.
Lily blinked, thinking she’d imagined it. <b>She </b>scrolled back up. <b>Just </b>a normal video. No picture.
<b>She </b>let out a <b>breath</b>. I’m scaring <b>myself</b>. She kept <b>scrolling</b><b>, </b><b>almost </b>out of <b>habit</b>–until a ck<b>–</b>and–white photo suddenly stared right <b>back </b>at her.
It was Will’s photo.
On the screen, his eyes seemed alive–fixed and stern, staring straight at her.
“<b>Ah</b>!” Lily shrieked, flinging <b>her </b>phone away like it was cursed.
Elsie shot up, startled. “Mom? What’s wrong?”
Lily lunged toward <b>her</b>, pointing at the cot with a look of sheer terror. “Your dad! Your dad’s alive! No–he’s not alive–<b>his </b>spirit came back to find me!”
Elsie <b>gave </b>her a strange look, then walked over and picked <b>up </b>the phone.
Lily immediately curled into herself, like she was afraid Will might crawl out of the screen
Elsie turned the phone toward her and scrolled up and down. “There’s nothing here, Mom. You’re just under too much
stress<b>, </b>
She set the phone down and pulled out a bottle of calming pills from the drawer. “Here, take these with some water. You’ll stop <b>having </b>those dreams<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Lily wiped the <b>sweat </b>from her <b>forehead</b>. Maybe it <b>was </b>just the stress.
She grabbed a cup and headed to the water dispenser. She pressed the button; the sound of water filled the quiet room.
She took a deep breath, waited for the cup to fill, then bent down to turn off the dispenser–and froze.
Her pupils dted. The liquiding our of the dispenser wasn’t water–it was <b>red</b>.
The cup in her hand was filled to the brim <b>with </b>bright red liquid. No–not liquid. Blood. <b>It </b>was blood!
“Ah Lily shricked and hurled the cup <b>across </b>the room, copsing onto the floor in panic.
Elsie rushed over and pulled her up. “What <b>happened</b>? <b>What’s </b>going on?”
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Chapter 127 Blood and Ghosts
<b>But </b>after a quick nce, her voice grew annoyed. “There’s no blood, <b>Mom</b>. You’re scaring yourself over nothing.”
“That’s <b>not</b>.” Lily’s words faltered. She <b>went </b>stiff.
There was no blood on the floor. Just a puddle of water from her cup.
Refusing to believe it, <b>she </b>reached out and touched it. It was clear.
Elsie looked at her, worry written all over her face. “Mom, I’m gonna go find a doctor to <b>check </b>on <b>you</b>.”
<b>After </b>Elsie left. Lily sat in silence. Was it really just my imagination?
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She’d never seen herself as someone who believed in ghosts. After all, she’d lived in the mountains for fifteen years. <b>She’d </b>been through every creepy, cerie environment imaginable.
So why
would moving Will’s grave scare me like this? She thought.
Right then, the light above her crackled. The bulb flickered.
The curtains and the papers on the table stirred–despite there being no wind.
Lily screamed. By the curtain, Will’s shadowy figure appeared. His eyes, dark and sunken, were locked <b>onto </b>her.
With <b>another </b>scream. Lily bolted from the room. Bam! She ran <b>right </b>into Elsie.
The moment she saw her, Lily clung to her like a lifeline, shouting, “Get Owen back! Tell him toe back right now! Will’s here he came back for me! He thinks I hurt his daughter–he’s here for revenge!”
Her voice trembled so hard it cracked.
Elsie nced awkwardly at the <b>doctor </b>nearby, nervous <b>and </b>embarrassed. She tried <b>to </b>soothe Lily. “Mom, I’m right here. I’m fine, aren’t I? You didn’t hurt me. You just love Dad too much, and now you feel like <b>you </b>didn’t do enough.”
Lily was still gasping for air when she finally noticed the other people in the hallway. Elsie slipped into the room, wanting <b>to </b>check things over herself.
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