As she settled into the cramped, dimly lit bedroom, Rexan moved to the window, hoping for a moment of clarity.
She blinked—and it was day.
She blinked again—and it was night.
Her stomach churned as she stumbled back, whispering, "What the hell is that?"
"Stay away from the windows," a voice said suddenly, startling her.
Rexan jumped, spinning around with her hand clutching her chest. A girl stood before her, her appearance unnervingly doll-like, with blood-red hair braided into two neat plaits and unnaturally bright green eyes. She looked like a living replica of Annabelle, her creepy smile stretching as she lifted a hand in a puppet-like wave.
"Hello," the girl said, her voice eerily sweet. "You must be new here."
Rexan swallowed hard, forcing herself to answer. "Yes, uh... I just got here. I was late this morning."
