ANNA

If that phone was meant to scare me, it didn’t work out for Rose. And besides, I knew she wouldn’t hurt me. I was already staring at her, begging her to listen to me. If only I could tell her about Mrs. Mallory’s boy, or the other dreams that turned out to be true. All the news channels reported those violent deaths at that time.

And looking into her big angry eyes, I finally made her turn off the phone. She laid her hands along her body in capitulation and invited me ...