"You need to go now, Justine." Sheila immediately said it, wanting to get one more chance with her.
"Don't worry; remember I'm your lawyer." Justine whispered while kissing her on the neck.
Sheila is trying to drive Justine away, but it doesn't stop.
"Gosh," she whispered while staring at Justine.
He just smiled at her. "See, you can't stop me." Justine says mockingly to her.
"Where is that man already?" He whispered to Sheila.
"He's in the hospital; he visited his child." Sheila promptly answered that question.
"Oh, has the wind changed?" Justine asked her.
"Let's finish this so you can leave," Sheila said to the man.
Its kiss seized Sheila, and she held onto it until it deepened.
"Damn," she whispered, biting her lip at what she was feeling now; she was delirious with pleasure.
Sheila caught sight of a woman smiling at her. So she pushed Justine away from her.
"What?" Justine asked him, annoyed.
"There's someone." She said this to Justine, feeling confused about what she had seen.
"It's just the two of us here." Justine replied while looking around to see if she was lying.
Justine also stopped and got dressed; she knew Justine was upset with her.
"I'm sorry, we need to stop this because Martin is here." That's all Sheila said, and then she got dressed.
Justine remained silent, leaving them both engrossed in their current activities. She was thinking about what might happen if Martin suspected her.
"Yeah." He sighed at him.
"Just call me when you need a lawyer and happiness." Justine smiled at her.
Before Justine left, he gave her a passionate kiss. "I will miss you; we need to endure for now." That's all she said.
Justine only smiled at her. Sheila escorted Justine to the garage; the night was getting deeper, and the woman she saw earlier, who suddenly disappeared, was still playing in her mind.
Sheila is waiting for Martin to arrive at her home; Justine has already left, and their housekeeper is asleep.
She returned to her room and decided to wait for Martin there.
She had fallen asleep when she heard a faint rustling.
That might be Martin. Sheila went to pick up her boyfriend from the hospital.
Sheila went out, saw no one, and thought Martin might be in the living room, unable to sleep.
She hurriedly went down to the living room, with only a lampshade illuminating her entire house and the light coming from outside.
Sheila didn't see any man in the living room, so she went straight to where they sometimes drink alcohol.
Where could that man be? She could only ask herself.
Suddenly, someone passed by behind her, so she turned around, but she didn't find anyone.
The breeze is getting colder; even with the windows closed and the door locked, the surroundings suddenly became cold. Her body hair is beginning to stand up.
She eventually returned to the room. She ended up saying that she was scared.
Sheila. She heard a small voice; she would rather not look back, let alone see what it was.
Sheila. It called again her name.
Sheila was about to go up the stairs to her room when she suddenly caught a glimpse in the mirror of a shadow sitting on the couch in their living room.
She is already feeling the chills and fear now; her heart is racing with anxiety.
The woman is still there, sitting, wearing a mourning dress, holding a broken mirror.
Suddenly, her legs lost strength, and she was now sweating profusely. A breeze blew across her back, causing Sheila to turn around.
She met the gaze of the woman; her face was full of blood and sorrow, grinning at her as she watched her.
Do you want to play? The woman asked her.
Sheila's throat dried up; she still forced herself to move; she forced her legs to fight.
Let's play hide-and-seek; I'll be the one counting. When I find you, there will be a punishment. The woman whispered in her ear.
"S--- stay away from me!" She found her voice. "W—Who are you?! What do you want from me?" She is already shouting in her house.
I'm going to count, and you hide. The woman smiled at her. She suddenly turned around.
Hide-and-seek; the moon is bright.
It is starting to sing with its back to her, facing the moon, grinning while blood drips from its face.
Sheila is forcing herself to run; even if she stumbles, she needs to hide. It's counting.
When I count to ten, you will be hidden.
Sheila even heard her laughing softly. She is in her room; she is hiding in her closet now, her hand trembling with fear, trying not to cry or make any noise.
One, two....
She hears her voice mingling with the wind.
Three, four, five, six, seven...
Eight, nine, ten...
Once the count was complete, silence suddenly descended upon the surroundings. She felt someone turning the knob of her door. She saw the woman in mourning carrying a broken mirror.
Sheila, where are you? This call seems to be intended for her.
Calm down, Sheila, calm down. She said her mind back then.
It smiled when it turned towards the closet, where it was hiding. It is walking towards her slowly.
Help, help. She only said it to herself.
Sheila, are you there? She was still being checked back then.
Sheila saw her eyes filled with anger.
The woman immediately opened it, and she closed her eyes at that moment. The surroundings fell silent, so she slowly opened her eyes. She looked for the woman.
Surprise!
Sheila screamed loudly when it suddenly appeared before her.
She immediately came out of the closet screaming as if there were no tomorrow.
Because I saw you, this is your punishment. Sheila will be stabbed with broken glass.
She had nowhere to run then, and she stumbled because of her fear, and she's landing on the bed.
Enjoy your punishment, my dear. The woman whispered this as she stabbed her.
She was crying in fear and felt her body stinging from the wounds she had sustained. Sheila closed his eyes then, and she desperately tried to protect herself from every stab she received.
"Sheila! Sheila!" someone is calling her name.
So she immediately opened his eyes and noticed she was holding a broken mirror.
"What are you doing to yourself? You're hurting yourself." That's all she heard from Martin, who was shocked by what she did.
"A woman entered here, using a broken mirror." She reported while crying.
"No woman has entered here; your housemaids noticed you were shouting. What we observed was that you were inflicting self-harm." Martin says it to her.
Sheila's mind went blank, and she suddenly felt like she was losing her sanity, causing her to lose her balance. All she felt was Martin carrying him, and she saw the woman in mourning smiling at her.
It suddenly vanished from her sight, and she completely lost consciousness.