"Ah!"
A cry of alarm shattered the silence of the night, and in the already dim residential area, as if a switch had been flipped, lights started flickering on one after another like falling dominoes.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing her husband's distraught state, the wife was startled herself, but she immediately poured a glass of water and handed it to him.
The husband gulped down the water in a few big swigs before he began to soothe his chest, which seemed to be faintly twitching, allowing his heart to slowly calm down.
"I, I just had a nightmare," the husband said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes hazy with confusion. His wife slightly furrowed her brows and said,
"How old are you—what dream could scare you like this?"
"Senior year, advanced math, the evil ghost teacher..."
