Nina I woke up the next morning feeling slightly more rested than the day before, although my eyes still burned from crying so much last night. I dragged myself out of bed, and after a shower and some coffee, I felt much better. I still avoided looking at my phone just in case there was more outra

Nina I didn’t want to believe Enzo. I couldn’t believe Enzo! Werewolves? Talking skeletons? None of that was real. Surely this was all a daydream or a hallucination. I just needed to get home, sleep, and destress. A good night of sleep and a hot shower would make me feel better and I would realize

Nina I slammed my laptop shut. “Fuck!” I yelled, then covered my mouth when I realized that I might have woken up Jessica and Lori. Just as I expected, there was a knock on my door. Lori opened the door a crack and poked her head in, her eyes half-closed and her black hair a mess. “You good?” sh

Nina I didn’t stick around long enough to find out what would happen if I didn’t run, and I didn’t look over my shoulder. I focused on the sidewalk ahead, running as fast as I could as my fear came true: I heard the sound of feet running behind me. They were getting closer, and I knew that the stra

Nina “What happened to you?” Enzo said as soon as I closed the door, rushing over to me and taking my shoulders in his hands and looking me over. I shrugged him off and limped across the room, where I kicked off my muddy shoes and sat down at my desk to rest my injured leg. “You hired a talking sk