I stayed in my room alone, thinking about everything that had happened. My mind was racing with thoughts about the mysterious voice, the terrifying smoke figures, and what might happen next. Before I knew it, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep, still sitting on the floor.
The next morning, a loud knock woke me up. I groggily stood up from the cold floor, trying to shake off my sleepiness. Just as I was getting my bearings, there was another knock, much louder this time. It startled me into action, and I rushed to the door, still half asleep.
When I opened it, I was greeted by a woman in her late thirties standing in front of me. Her expression was stern, and I could tell she wasn't here for a friendly chat.
"Good morning," I muttered, rubbing my eyes and still trying to wake up.
"Are you Kimberly?" she asked, her voice sharp as her gaze bore into me.
I nodded, feeling a little intimidated.
