Nadia is frozen in terror as she stands in the middle of an office playroom. Toys litter the carpet on the floor, dolls are propped up against their houses against the wall, and two toddler beds lie out side by side: one pink and one green. Everything looks exactly the same as that terrible day.
“Is it coming back to you Nadia?” Nadia’s thoughts are interrupted by a chilling voice. It’s got a hint of sweetness but is accompanied by something sinister too. “Look at me, won’t you Nadi?”
Nadia shivers upon hearing that nickname. Only one person ever called her that. She slowly turns around to face the mystery voice, and she now stands face to face with a ghost. “Molly?!”
