Hand cupped in my cheek, I spun my pen as I stared at my notebook. It was already 11 pm and my thoughts were occupied with what happened yesterday.
"The devil is coming, what does that mean?" I said. I looked at the side of my table where my phone was placed. I grabbed my phone and contact Louie again.
"Louie"
Tapping my phone, waiting for his reply, I dialed his number and called him. The person is not accepting calls is what message I received. Am I blocked by Louie? I tried again and received the same message. I rush downstairs and found dad sleeping on the couch with the television running in the background, I found his phone on the table. I grabbed my dad's phone and dialed Louie's number.
"call can't be connected to a certain number" is what I heard on the other line. I dialed again and still receive the same reply from the other line, I put the phone back on the living room table and went back upstairs.
It's Christmas yet we still have the vibe of "November spooks", Grab your cookies and with your hot cocoa in hand and enjoy reading Unsolved Case: Felicia.
I would be glad if you also read "The Misadventure of Alexander Hughes" for more chilling stories, my xiao screamers. Thank youuuu for the support! /warm hugs from your mortal author/
Wishing you, your family, and everyone is filled with joy this Christmas and always. Merry Christmas, my xiao screamers.