— Eight years, three months, seven weeks, five days and nineteen hours, that was how long you were alone, not having the courage and strength to move on after the death of your boyfriend, Frederick Mueller, or Freddie, to be more brief. You kept in touch with Freddie's family, Henrietta, his mother and Mitchell, his younger brother who was currently turning eighteen.

a few weeks ago you went to a forest close to your house after Mitchell stated that there were 'strange things there' but that didn't lead to anything other than getting the flu that made you not go to work until now. Headaches? yes. Body aches? Yes. Voices calling your name?..yes.

You heard voices calling your name, something touching your body and arms surrounding you during the night. What did the doctors do? They gave you a bottle of medicine and told you to rest

** The clock read 03:54 in the morning, your head felt like it was going to explode, forcing you to get out of bed and go to the kitchen to get water and some pills. Your hands tightened around the glass, turning it over in seconds, swallowing the water along with the pills, before leaning against a nearby cabinet to maintain your balance due to the pain

a vase that was on top of the cabinet staggered, losing its balance and falling, almost hitting Your head but stopping in the air before returning to its place.You rubbed your eyes, thinking it was just another hallucination before you heard something

—"..crap, that was close.."— A tired voice sounded, along with a sleepy murmur.Your Eyes wavered, blurring your vision before a tall, red-haired figure 'appeared' in front of you.

—"Huh?"— Freddie murmured, looking at you, his eyes showing confusion. He looked the same, the messy red hair, the clothes all wrinkled and tattered, the dark eyes and the crooked smile