She'd been a constant visitor in my dreams.

I asked her several times; what's with the stares? She's normally everywhere may it be on the road, classroom, or even my home. Basically, she just stands and stares me creepily.

But the horror does not end there. She'd been on the real world, too. Strands of her hair. Her nails. Some deafening shrieks. Sobs. I knew it was hers.

She answered, "Justice, Rob. Not until you find me, I'll never leave you. I'll stare at you just like how you look while watching me in deep pain."

I gulped my own saliva as she added, "My, my. What pain." But I heard my own voice as she spoke, just like how I said it back then.