Prophecy

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me! It's none of my business, and I didn't know it would be like this." With messy hair and fear on my face, I huddled at the corner of the stairs. There was a woman covered in blood, holding a rag doll that was still bleeding. I couldn't see her face. , All I could see was that pale, cold hand squeezing my neck. I struggled hard, and she squeezed tighter and tighter, while she kept saying: "Give me back my child! Give me my child!" As if in a dream, after so long, she is still there, and she will never disappear. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.