MELISSA'S POV My breathe hitched.This was it— I was going to die.The building seemed to be trembling underneath my feet.I closed my lips tightly with my hands— to scared to make a sound.Medusa stood before me, her unfocused gazed sweeping across the room in a haphazard manner. It was then it dawned on me, she hadn't seen me.I let out a small breathe of relief.Swiftly, I stepped back— creating some distance between myself and the wardrobe's opening.There was no way in hell I was going to be anywhere close to that monster.A cold hiss filled the air.My blood froze.I stood still, as water, wait, silently praying that by some stroke of faith, she would just walk pass without noticing a thing.Medusa strutted confidently across the room, her dark shadow cascading behind her.I could hear the sound of metal anklets clasped together.The clicking sound of her hand against the wooden furniture felt like a silent countdown to my ears.“Come out, come out wherever you are," Medusa's
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