“Pheww," Nephtar exhaled heavily, really loudly.

"It was just my imagination." She had thought she saw Anabelle, but it was nothing. She reckoned it was merely her brain conjuring up stuff but actually Anabelle wasn't there standing right behind her eerily. She stood utterly alone in her darkened apartment. She remained utterly in control somehow.

She flashed a furtive enigmatic grin just then a big wooden study door creaked open with eerie slowness from inside. Nephtar jumped a little at ...