Chapter 49

Does she want to kill herself?

I quickly shook my head. No, maybe I was just overthinking things. Let's think positively. The utility knife, needless to say, was probably for cutting the string. But then, what about the string?

The thought sent me spiraling back to where me and Ezekiel had ventured inside Nightmere Forest. The several loops of worn-out vinyl strings attached to the branches of trees, swaying gently in the breeze. The sight had tinged my thoughts with an eerie sense of foreboding.

I glanced at the checkout counter, the final sum blinking across the screen.

The woman shot me a slight glare, her eyes narrowing as if to question my incessant scrutiny. Perhaps she thought I was weird for not packing her items into a bag while I stood there, dumbfounded by the items she had chosen.