Maia sat trembling in the dark confines of her closet, the events of the previous day replaying in her mind like a broken record. She tried to calm herself, reminding herself that it was just a dream, just a vision. But the fear was too real, too intense to simply dismiss.
The house was eerily silent, the only sound being the faint ticking of the clock in the hallway. Maia strained her ears, listening for any indication that she was not alone. She knew she should get up, shake off the fear, and convince herself that everything was fine. But the terror from her vision held her in place, every nerve on high alert.
Suddenly, the stillness was shattered. The window crashed open with a deafening noise, the glass shattering into countless pieces. Maia's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she peered through the slits of the closet door.
