Damn it… I can’t move. I don’t wanna die. I can’t die like this…

  But what if that black thing I saw in her pocket was a phone…

  With a lot of effort, I forced my mouth open just a little and, my voice shaking, I said:

  “Light… turn on your phone’s light…”

  The girl panicked. Without understanding why I was saying that, she still did what I told her and reached for her pocket.

  The monster stopped mid-step and quickly said:

  “If you touch that, I’ll kill you…”

  But it was too late.

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  She turned on the phone’s flashlight, and the moment the light hit it, the monster started melting and let out a loud scream…

  It collapsed onto the floor and, just before it completely turned to ashes, it said:

  “You’ll pay for this, traitor…”

  And suddenly, everything went silent…

  The whispering in my ears stopped, and my body was free again.

  A slight headache hit me. I put my hand on my head and slowly stood up. Before feeling relieved, I needed to understand what just happened. I stood in front of the girl. In a voice mixed with tears and relief, she said:

  “It’s dead. We killed it!”

  A bit angrily, I grabbed her by the collar and said:

  “Why did that monster talk like you two knew each other? What did it mean about your father? Why did it call you a traitor?”

  She flinched at my harsh reaction and quickly said:

  “I-I don’t know…”

  “What are you hiding from me?”

  Before she could say anything, I shouted:

  “Answer me!”

  She pushed me, and I fell to the ground. She lowered her head and screamed:

  “I don’t remember anything!”

  Maybe I messed up… Even if it’s true, maybe she really doesn’t remember anything.

  I don’t know why, but my head’s starting to spin…

  I stood up and quietly said:

  “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that.”