My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 39: Whispers in the Dream

Raelynn felt like she was moving through a dream, her footsteps barely audible as she made her way down the grand staircase. The staircase itself was breathtaking, curving gracefully downward with golden railings that gleamed like they were kissed by sunlight. She let her fingers trace the cold surface of the railing, her touch lingering like she was savoring it.

She glanced down at herself, noticing the gown she was wearing. It was breathtaking—made of a silvery fabric that shimmered like moonlight with every step she took. The gown trailed along the ground, its top decorated with delicate embroidery of stars and flowers. Her hair was styled in soft waves, pinned back with something that sparkled, though she couldn't see what it was.

A cool breeze carried the light fragrance of blooming flowers through the space. The space around her expanded into a huge, stunning hall. Chandeliers sparkled from the high ceiling, their golden light reflecting off the shiny marble floor.

Through the towering windows, the endless night sky sparkled with constellations like a painting.

"Where am I?" she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of her soft steps.

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It was the kind of question that hung there, left without a reply. The place was unfamiliar, and yet… something about it tugged at her memory, as though she should know it. She stopped halfway down, her brows knitting together as her eyes scanned the room.

Then she heard it.

"Raelynn."

She heard her name, softly called but clear, echoing in the large hall. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat. Her head turned sharply, searching for the source of the voice.

"Hello?" she called out, her voice trembling slightly. "Who's there?"

There was no answer, only the lingering whisper of her name.

She tightened her grip on the railing, her knuckles whitening as a chill ran down her spine. The voice returned, closer than before, demanding her attention.

"Raelynn."

"I'm here," she said, louder this time, though her voice wavered. She glanced around the hall, her eyes flicking between the shadows and soft light. But no one was there. She was alone.

She hurried down the stairs, her pace picking up as her chest tightened with unease. The voice called again, pulling her forward. She reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the center of the hall.

"Where are you?" she demanded, spinning in a slow circle as she tried to pinpoint the source of the voice. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

The room was so quiet it felt suffocating. Her shaky breaths filled the air as her eyes flicked to every shadow.

"Raelynn."

The voice came again, so close it felt like a whisper against her ear. She gasped, spinning around, but there was still no one there.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her unease growing with every passing second. She felt an inexplicable pull, an urge to keep searching. She took a hesitant step forward, then another, her eyes scanning every detail of the room.

The chandeliers flickered, their light fading and throwing eerie shadows across the walls. The temperature dropped, and she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shake off the cold.

"Raelynn."

The voice echoed again, and this time it sounded almost… familiar.

Her lips parted as she tried to place it, but her mind was a foggy blur. "Who are you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The air grew still, and for a moment, everything seemed to hold its breath. Suddenly, it felt like she was falling—not for real, but as if the floor had disappeared beneath her feet. The grand hall dissolved into shadows, the chandelier's light fading into an infinite void.

Her eyes snapped open.

Raelynn shot up in bed, her breaths coming fast and shallow as she tried to calm down. Her hands clutched at the sheets, damp with sweat. The room was dark, except for the pale light of the moon shining through the curtains.

She pressed a hand to her forehead, pushing back the damp strands of hair sticking to her face. Her heart was still racing, her mind struggling to make sense of what she had just experienced.

"A dream," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "It was just a dream."

She leaned back against the headboard, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. But even as she told herself that, she couldn't shake the feeling that it had been more than just a dream. It stuck in her mind, every detail so clear it felt like it had been real.

She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and ran her hands down her face. "What was that?" she whispered to herself. "I've never…" Her words trailed off as she tried to recall the last time she had a dream like that.

She couldn't.

The voice, the gown, the strange but beautiful hall—it all felt so real. Too real.

She reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, her hand trembling slightly as she gripped the cool, smooth surface. With a nervous breath, she raised the glass to her lips and quickly gulped down the water. The cold water briefly easing the dryness that had settled there. She didn't stop until the glass was empty, setting it back down with a slight clink.

Her eyes then wandered to the window, where the moonlight painted the room in a pale glow. The quiet in the house felt heavier than normal, like it was closing in around her.

She hugged her knees to her chest, her fingers curling into the soft fabric of her nightgown. For a moment, she considered going back to sleep, but the thought of returning to that strange, unsettling dream made her hesitate.

She couldn't sleep, her thoughts stuck on the dream, replaying it again and again. The voice that had called her name stuck with her, its sound eerily familiar.

She didn't know why, but something about it left her feeling both unsettled and oddly drawn to it.