Lizzie Nicholson (Auditory hallucination)

The rain pelted your windshield like a thousand restless ghosts, each drop obscuring the road ahead. It was late, and after a long day at work, all you wanted was to curl up in your bed and escape the relentless drizzle. The melodies from the radio floated in and out, but fatigue tugged at your consciousness, threa...더 읽어보세요