Chapter 90 “Run! Timmy! Run!”

• She? Who is She? Sheila's mind reeled. But before she could question the boy's words, she heard the door opposite Timmy's creak open. She felt a sudden unsettling presence approaching her from behind, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on an end. Although her senses were not as heightened as they normally were, her many years of honed instinct screamed warning that put her on immediate alert.
• Through the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of an eerie shadow looming on the wall and drawing closer to her. She immediately turned her head to confront the presence, and her eyes locked onto the woman who had brought her to this place. But the warm, friendly face Sheila remembered had twisted into a malevolent scowl that showed utter hostility and nothing less. The woman's voice was low and menacing, uttering words that sounded like an ancient incantation. Her right hand was clenched into a fist, with her palm facing utward, as if she was conjuring some dark energy.
• Sheila's eyes narrowed in accusation as she stood up straight. "You?" she spat, her voice trembling with both anger and perplexity. "What do you think you're doing?” she demanded. But instead of a response, the woman's palm snapped open, releasing a cloud of black, powdery dust. With a swift puff of breath, she blew the substance directly at Sheila's face.