The night was cold and the road unlighted. Clouds shrouded the moon, which heightened my sense of unease. My heart thumped harder and I stepped up my pace. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a girl by the tree, hiding in shadows, coatless despite the chill. I called, “Are you okay?” She turned toward me, her face white as a sheet. “Never better.” Her voice sent chills down my spine as the frigid wind brushed against my cheeks. I closed my coat, walked faster, turned a corner, caught sight of the same girl hiding again, face pale in moonlight.
By Stephanie Cheng E-Laine