I laughed awkwardly, ashamed of my earlier panic, swiftly steering the conversation elsewhere, "Let's head over then."
"It's chilly out! I'll grab one of your coats," she said, heading to the bedroom.
I tidied my hair a bit.
The curtains blew in from the cold breeze.
A shadow was fixed outside the window.
It was the old woman again!
She was pressing a white paper against the glass, pounding it urgently, her eyes brimming with tears. She seemed desperate.
Driven by a sudden burst of curiosity, I moved closer to make out the words on the paper.
[Run! Or you'll die!]
"That green coat's new, huh? Looks sharp on you."
Mandy strutted out in a green coat, her smile a tad strained, her eyes catching an eerie glint in the dim light.
I was still reeling from the shock.
Just like that, the old lady had vanished again.
I flung open the window, the icy breeze snapping me back to reality.
We were on the second floor—how could she just vanish into thin air?
Mandy was admiring her reflection in the mirror, clearly digging into her look.
But she always said green washed her out, swore she'd never wear it, and even advised me against it.