Chapter 92
Kimberly leapt out of bed, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. The writing on her arm glowed faintly in the dim light of her room.
She rushed to the bathroom, desperate to verify what she had seen. Standing before the mirror, she turned her right arm slowly, her fingers trembling.
She squinted at the inscription. "The light that shines in you is too great for there to be any way to conceal you. Raise yourself and become the person you already are!" Her voice quivered as she read it aloud.
Her reflection stared back, wide-eyed and pale. What does this mean? she wondered, her mind racing.
"Could it be another ghost?" she whispered. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she searched her surroundings. There was no sign of a spirit, but her fear remained.
"No," Kimberly muttered, shaking her head firmly. "This can’t be a ghost. This... this writing feels different. Like a message."
The idea of sharing this with anyone felt impossible. If I told someone, they’d think I’m crazy, she thought. "No. This stays with me."
Still, the uncertainty gnawed at her. She lingered by the mirror a moment longer before sighing heavily and heading back to her room.
"This is turning into something else entirely," she murmured, sinking onto the bed. "I need to remember what happened when my spirit left my body. If something occurred, why can’t I recall it?"
She placed her left hand over the glowing inscription, tracing it lightly with her fingers. Maybe it’ll fade away like before, she thought, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and frustration.
Soon, exhaustion overtook her. Kimberly lay back, her thoughts jumbled, until sleep claimed her once again.