Yeara's legs moved back a bit as her body shook slightly. Her eyes remained wide. The place, just walls like the door she had seen and entered last night..was nothing but a fragment of her imagination.
Goosebumps crawled through her skin as she turned, shutting the door as if she were being chased by a predator. She sprinted, her feet tapping against the now-dried ground—a quiet contrast to last night's moistness.
The sun beat down as if mocking her. She finally reached the garden, her breath coming out loud as she tried to control it. The side of her stomach tingled slightly in pain as she pressed her hands to her chest.
"That can't be… No!!" Yeara spoke, shaking her head in disbelief, not understanding what had just happened. Her head looked back as if to make sure no one was following her.
