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Amelia's POV

The papers fell off my hands as the sound of the footsteps increased. Was someone out there?

I didn't know what to do. I stood like a dumbass, rooted to a spot; like one whose brain has been nibbled on by a zombie.

My heart stopped beating when everywhere went silent and I heard no footsteps anymore. Did the person turn back?

Two minutes, three, four. Still no sound. I sighed, dropping onto the floor.

I was damn scared. I looked at the medical report for the last time before ...