#b-b-billyboy

The inhaling and exhaling of her cigarette, always calmed Mia. It wasn’t necessarily the nicotine that had her puffing on the things, just the action. This action helped ignore the feeling of being watched. She kept seeing a figure in the corner of her eye. One covered in burns and gore. He was grinning a sinister grin.

Luckily the sound of someone approaching was another welcome distraction. Mia put the cigarette out on the bottom of her boot then flicked it. “Hey, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Not like she could talk. All she saw was ghosts.