“Who are you and what do you want?” James repeated the question over and over, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity. The crisp, cold October air streamed into the kitchen as the hand tightened on his shoulder painfully, the grip like an icy vice.
James stared into her eyes, the whites becoming all he could see in the dimly lit room. She answered in a whisper that sent shivers down his spine, “I am a messenger, James. I’ve come with a warning, and your life will never be the same.” The air grew heavier with a foreboding presence, leaving James to wonder what mysterious forces had invaded his world.