A rancid, stale odor laced the cold breath that fluttered over my shoulder.
“Listen to me”, a voice hissed in my ear.
It had been 10years to the day my best friend, Sophia Mason had disappeared the night of her 16th birthday. Every year seemed harder than the previous one. The ‘gang’ got together yearly to cry, laugh, and remember the girl that was the centre of our world.
Lately, strange things had been happening. It was as if someone or something had a message to send and they demanded to be heard.
It was time to tell the truth, but I’m not sure we were ready to hear it.