Chapter 361: Next House
Anastasia tore out the banners and walked inside.
"I’d better remember something," she told herself.
Anastasia moved some objects out of the way. From how rusty they’d been, she already guessed it’d been a while since someone had been there.
When she was about to open the doors, she realized the door was locked. She quickly searched for a crowbar and knocked off the lock. Nothing but darkness greeted her. She brought out her phone and turned on the flashlight to see.
The couches were covered in white clothing, and so was the TV and everything else. It sort of looked like a haunted house, especially with how quiet it was she could hear her heart beating in her chest.
Taking a deep breath, Anastasia quietly went upstairs, where she remembered used to be her room. Just like downstairs, everything was covered in white clothing. Not like there were any items in the room except for the bed and a small couch. Yet, she didn’t give up.
She closed her eyes, trying to focus on some particular times in her life. Her childhood had been a mess, same with her adulthood until she woke up to reality and fought back.
Then all of a sudden, all she could see was blood. There was blood on the ground, so much of it, with a figure on the ground.
She saw herself on the ground.
She was clutching her belly so tightly like her life depended on it as blood pooled from underneath her dress.
The faces of the people were difficult to recognize but she could easily recognize their voices.