By the time I woke up, the early morning light was spilling through the windows, and I found myself wrapped in Xavier's hoodie. My body still ached, but the suffocating fear from last night had subsided into a dull throb of unease. I stood up, grabbed my things, and hurriedly left the store without saying a word to Xavier. I couldn't. Not after everything that happened.
As I approached my bike and started the engine, I caught something in the corner of my eye. A woman—long-haired, pale, and unmoving—stood inside the store, staring directly at me through the glass.
I froze for a moment, my heart racing. The figure didn't move, her eyes locked onto mine, cold and unblinking. The memory of the ghost from last night rushed back, and I felt that same eerie chill creep down my spine. Was it her again? Or something else entirely?
