"Don't come over!"
"Ahhhhh!!"
Martha shouted as she woke up from her dream. Her forehead was wet with cold sweat.
She panted heavily as she looked around in fear.
Where was the scarecrow?!
She did not see any scarecrow. There were stairs all around her. Only then did she realize that she was sleeping in the cold stairwell.
Strange, why was she here?
And that scarecrow, was it really just a dream?
How could it be so real!
She clearly remembered the classroom that made her despair, and even remembered the scarecrow's rough face made of straw!
And that touch, she still remembered it deeply.
How could this be a simple dream!
Martha could not believe it, but she was not sure about the current situation.
Moreover, this school building was very strange. She had been wandering around here for several days, but she still had not walked out. Obviously, it could not be measured by common sense.
