No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 676

On such a still and eerie night, the sensation was downright unsettling. Suddenly, my skin prickled, and I hurried my pace, eventually breaking into a run. Out of breath, I reached my car where the driver was waiting, chuckling when he saw me, "No need to rush, I'm not in a hurry." It wasn't about being in a hurry; it was fear that propelled me forward.

I glanced back at the alley I had sprinted from; it looked utterly deserted. But I could've sworn I heard footsteps as clear as day, as if someone was indeed there. Now seated in the car, I regretted not taking a second look.

I immediately shared the eerie encounter with Fanny Willis over the phone. She laughed at my story, "Sounds like you had a ghostly encounter in the middle of the night."

Ghosts? I don't believe in them. I was about to argue when Fanny added, "Could've been a stalker, you know."

That seemed more plausible. Dark alleys were perfect spots for such creeps, but if it were a stalker, surely they would've made a move, not just silently followed me.

"Stop overthinking and get some sleep. And hey, you've been hitting the bottle pretty hard lately. It's not good for you; maybe cut back a bit," Dr. Willis advised.

"Yeah, I know," I replied, somewhat dismissively.

I was aware of the dangers of drinking, but insomnia had been haunting me lately, and alcohol seemed the only remedy to get some sleep.

As the driver pulled away from the alley, I glanced back one last time and caught sight of a figure emerging and walking in the opposite direction. The silhouette was tall and imposing, eerily reminiscent of Ernest.

My heart raced, and I tapped the driver's seat frantically, "Stop the car! Stop the car!"

The driver stopped, but the doors were locked, and in my panic, I couldn't get them open.