And she won't be the last—unless someone hears her lullaby.
Alicia Campos never believed in ghosts—not until she became one. el internado alicia campos
So she hums. Softly. In the dark. The tune drifts down empty hallways, slips under dormitory doors, curls into dreaming ears. Wake up , it says. Wake up before the water does. And she won't be the last—unless someone hears her lullaby