Olivia’s POVWhen I reached my room that evening, a deep unease settled over me. The walls felt too close, the silence too loud. As much as I tried to reassure myself, the fear bubbling inside me was relentless. I didn’t want to be alone tonight. “Lisa, can you stay with me?” I asked softly, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. She looked up from her phone, startled by the urgency in my tone, but she didn’t question it. “Of course,” she said, nodding. I couldn’t explain it, but for the past two days, something had been wrong. The bad dreams—no, the *nightmares*—had taken root in my mind, making sleep feel like a battleground. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw fragments of terror, disjointed and suffocating. Flames. Screams. And worst of all, my mother’s face, twisted into a cruel smile as she… set me ablaze. The memory of that dream alone made me shiver. *Why would I dream of Mom like that?* She was my safe place, my sanctuary. But now, even the thought of calling h
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