At some point, Sword Wandering the World felt a chill creep up his back, scale his spine, and wrap around his neck.
Sword Wandering the World shivered. He suspected his eyes were playing tricks on him, and it took him a long moment to process what he was seeing.
His eyes widened as he stared at his phone. He saw a figure standing beside him, wreathed in mist.
The figure was blurry, but its outline was clear. This was no hallucination!
He swallowed hard, wanting to take a drink of water to calm himself, but the hand he reached out with was shaking uncontrollably.
He finally managed to touch the cup on his bed, but his hand trembled so much that water spilled all over his blanket, not that he noticed.
The whole situation was terrifying and bizarre, something beyond normal comprehension. He shivered again, feeling a deep fear that made him want to look away.
