The antique pendulum clock in the living room strikes at midnight, its melancholic roar echoed in the whole mansion. It may be strange but this sound made the lady of the house curled her body even more on her bed, hoping to extend her trip to her dreamland, but that was not the case. Latina opened her eyes when she felt the cooling breeze brushing her skin. She roamed her hands on the surface, only to find no one. Fear crept inside her understanding she’s alone, again, inside the dull room where she had a multicolored world of her own. “Sebastian?” Latina called, awaiting the man to answer, but, to her fright, no one responded. Latina wrapped the blanket on her body before getting up. She stared at the midnight sky from the window. The sta
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