Chapter Fifty four

Anita's pov

"No this can't be.. Anita is dead. She is a ghost." one of them said, pointing accusing fingers at me.

" Please leave me alone. I am sorry. Please Anita. " The girl with the touch begged.

I smiled at her with a grin.

"What makes you guys think I am dead?" I asked them with a smile.

"She's lying. She's lying. She's dead. Do not believe her." One said, pointing her shaky hands at me.

Oh my god! What kind of people are these? What kind of humans are these?

I am left speechless at this point. What the hell?

Reluctantly, I let go of the girl's hand and she quickly moved backwards, then all of them ran away.

My hand quickly ran to my forehead as sweat started trickling down from it. What do I say to people now? I didn't know that all of them had already had me pictures in their hearts for death

They have already concluded in their mind that I would die. They have. I am speechless at this point. I can't believe this. Mehn, it's strange.

So can people actually behave like