Elise gulped, her heartbeat begins to race in fear. Remembering the roof where she nearly falls just by one more single step, her blood felt as if it was turning cold. Wake up, Elise! She shouted in her mind. If this was a dream she could wake up and solve the problem.
The effect of the voodoo magic should have gone by now with Tracey's death, then why was she still under the influence of her dream? Unless it wasn't voodoo magic that made her dream nightmares?
Fortunately, she could walk and Elise made her way to her bed which was the safest place she had right now. If she goes out, who knows what kind of new experience she would have to go through and she didn't want to fall from the roof.
Quickly pushing herself to the bed, Elise pulled the quilt to turn and see the glass window before feeling unsafe and turn her face to the other side of the bed when her blue eyes met the red pair of eyes.
