95 words. Please leave a comment if this sends chills down your spine. 😊
Delia woke up and reached toward the nightstand for her glasses. Instead, the first thing her fingers came across was a scrap of paper. She squinted at it.
“‘We all have names we don’t know about,’” she read, frowning. The handwriting was hers, but she neither recognized the quote nor remembered writing it down.
Puzzled, she turned the scrap of paper over and a chill ran up her spine.
On the back of the scrap, still in her own handwriting, were the words, Sleep tight, Delia. You’ll find out about your other names soon enough.