"Find me. I am thirsty. Find me. Help me." A faint whisper echoed through the dimly lit, empty halls. Sounded weary, almost as if she was out of breath. It did not hold much power to it, yet it was hypnotising. Like an advert song that incessantly plays on repeat, it lodged itself into her mind. Gradually, the whisper grew louder with each passing breath. A cloud-like vapour slowly shifted up, blurring her vision. A sudden chill raced down her spine as an icy breeze grazed her back. "Why is it so cold?" she pondered, her breathing becoming irregular. The lights flickered, and the whisper intensified. It grew louder. Louder. LOUDER. Then, a piercing scream pierced the air.
A red-haired girl slowly opened her eyes, resembling the hue of brown milk chocolate. She gasped for breath, her vision hazy as she scanned her surroundings swiftly. Shrugging, she turned her gaze towards the black curtains adorned with red patterns, swaying gracefully to the rhythm of the breeze. The slightly open window caught her attention, prompting a sigh to escape her lips. Raising her hand above her head, she closed her eyes. "Just another bizarre dream," she murmured. Feeling another icy breath on her skin, she sat up with a furrowed brow, promptly closing the window. "Last time I leave this window open. Last. Time," she whispered. Casting a glance at her room, she assessed it as "messy." Retrieving her phone from the desk, she unplugged it and checked the date. "Oh, that's why I had those strange dreams. The full moon was today," she remarked. Tossing her phone to the other side of the bed, she let out a deep exhale. Her gaze returned to the disorderly state of her room. "I need to clean up. Ugh, I hate cleaning," she pondered, rolling off her bed onto the cluttered floor. Her clothes were strewn across the entire floor, a mix of dirty garments and recently purchased items from her shopping spree last week. To her left stood a small black study desk, adorned with makeup, university books, old water bottles, and even paintbrushes she couldn't recall using recently. Dried flowers and remnants of emotional eating from two days ago added to the clutter. On her right, a wardrobe overflowed with unfolded clothes and unread books. Putting on some music, she commenced the cleaning process.
Although she got distracted when stumbling upon forgotten belongings and becoming lost in her thoughts, she eventually managed to restore the room to its original look—mostly to evade her mother's reprimands about its untidiness.
She settled in the middle of the room, crossing her legs. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. The music on her phone transformed into a soothing forest ambience, accompanied by gentle tunes. Alone in that space, she embraced the serene atmosphere. The only sounds reaching her were the soft movement of a nearby river, distant birdsong, and melodious strings. It was a perfect moment for relaxation. She sat there quietly, letting the surrounding sound embrace her, seeking comfort and peace. It calmed her and eased her mind. She found pleasure in it. Being alone brought her relief. While she wasn't fond of going outside, she admired the soothing sounds of nature. It was an unusual combination, but it suited her well.
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Her shoulder dropped, her muscles relaxed, and her face eased into a state of relaxation. Her mind was blank, immersed in blissful quiet and peace. The melody embraced her, making her feel as though she were almost outside. The fragrance of the fresh-cut grass tickled her nose. The rays of the sun softly grazed her light skin.
A muffled noise reached her ears, causing her to furrow her brow. Initially, she didn't pay it much mind, as if she were in a trance, unaffected by outer sounds. However, as the muffled noise grew closer, it changed. It ceased to be a mere muted noise, converting into an eerie whisper that echoed in the air. She felt as though an invisible pair of hands had wrapped around her body, holding her tightly. It seemed like these hands didn't want her to move. Once again, she felt a cold breeze on her back, reminiscent of a dream. Gradually, she began to awaken from her trance. She wiggled her fingers, then her legs, and shook her head. She attempted to move her arms, but they felt weighed down, as if under pressure, rendering her unable to do anything. Anxiety washed over her as she realized she was alone in the house, with all the doors and windows closed. There was no way that someone could be in her house, and yet it inexplicably felt as though there was another presence with her at that very moment. Her chest tightened, and though she tried to open her eyes, she found herself unable to do so. Her breath grew irregular as she struggled to break free from these invisible shackles.
' Find me... I am thirsty...Find me... Help me... '
She stopped abruptly, refusing to budge even an inch. "A whisper," she thought, "the same one from my dreams." She attempted to match the whisper to any voice she had heard in her life, but she couldn't quite place it. "Find me... I am thirsty... Find me... Help me..." The whisper echoed as if she had been transported from her room to the desolate halls of an empty school. "What is this? Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep?" she contemplated, growing increasingly anxious.
Suddenly, she felt an icy puff of wind caress her face. Something soft, like a silk touch, brushed against her cheek. Surprisingly, a warm breath tickled her ear. "Find me... Help me... Find me," she heard a whisper in her ear—a weary, woman-like whisper. She furrowed her brows, questioning the voice. It didn't sound like a woman; it sounded like a child's voice. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice strained as if parched from years without a drink. The cold gust of wind swiftly moved away, and then she heard a shriek—a scream from that child. She abruptly opened her eyes.