Phoning In

Despite wanting to try and continue to look for any physical signs of difference, Rose figured she best answer her phone. A part of her hoping that it would be a person who had discovered her **** in the woods and brought her home but she knew better than to expect such an easy out.

Walking back into her room, Rose froze in her tracks upon saying where her phone was ringing from. In a pile on the floor, was the clothes she was wearing last night.

Suddenly Rose was left questioning why she was searching for validation on what happened in the first place, that would only lead to more questions as she discovered as it all happened right in the moment.

Taking cautious steps towards the pile of clothes, Rose slowly reached down and using one hand. Fished her phone free from her pants pocket.

A reminder of the feeling the slimy entity climbing up her leg made her shiver and she jumped away from the pile of clothes the moment she had her phone in hand.

Allowing herself a moment, Rose took in several deep breaths before looking at her phone.