The Diary’s Dark Secret

…written in a shaky hand, as if she knew something terrible was coming. The entries detailed strange dreams she’d been having—vivid, haunting visions of a shadowy figure standing at the foot of her bed, whispering her name. She wrote, “I don’t know if I’m losing my mind, but it feels so real. Last night, it touched my hand.” My heart sank as I read the final entry, dated the day of her accident: “It said I’d never wake up again.” A chill ran down my spine. I looked over at her, now awake and smiling at me from the couch, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had followed her back from that coma—something that wasn’t ready to let her go.