Seven Days
It isn't really funny at all because I am really scared with the movie's version of that song, but the way your face turned into a real creepy one as if you are a real ghost made it terrifying.
It was not Anabelle, it was you. The pale face, black tiny veins and black massive bruises. And I saw it face to face, right infront of my actual face. Geeze.
Despite of your arms hugging my waist, I couldn't help, but curl myself as I hug both of my arms, rubbing them hoping to give myself the warmth that could make the hair go down because, yes, they went up because of that terrifying quick event. Goosebumps.
When you noticed, your laughter stopped and instead, the silence filled the every corner of