It was almost as if I had been stricken with rigor mortis as the last of her words evaded into thin air, sliding off of her tongue like venom. I was filled with emotions resembling that of both shell shock and astonishment, as the still nameless, elderly woman continued holding my face by the clutches of her long, gaunt fingers. Only a few seconds had passed while she continued to grasp me, but I began to panic. I wasn’t sure what could follow an event as strange and eerie as that, and I hadn’t even a second to process the woman’s warning. However, just as suddenly as she took me by my physical identity to the immediate world, she released me, and turned her head to face the same direction in which she was blindly fixated on before our interaction.
