"Brietta," Brietta was suddenly jolted by a hushed voice calling her name. She glanced around, but there was no one nearby except for Stiles and Scott. She was certain neither of them had spoken. "Brietta Chastener," the voice whispered again, and she furrowed her brow, feeling a chill run down her spine. Setting her pizza slice down on the tray, she took a deep breath, trying to make sense of what was happening.
                 "Brietta." She snapped her head over to Stiles and Scott, who looked like they'd been trying to catch her attention. "Are you okay?" Scott sought, and his eyes softened at the girl and she nodded with pursed lips.
               Stiles and Scott exchanged concerned glances before Stiles asked, "Brie, did something happen? You look like you've seen a ghost."
               Brietta forced a smile, trying to shake off the strange feeling. "No, I'm fine, guys. Must've been my imagination. Let's just finish eating and get back to bowling." She picked up her pizza slice, but the uneasiness lingered in the back of her mind.
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BRIETTA LEANED AGAINST THE PASSENGER SEAT WINDOW, the jeep's engine making the car hum. She, Scott, and Stiles had left the bowling alley a few minutes ago and were driving home in silence.
               The streetlights cast shifting patterns of light and shadow on the car's interior as they drove through the quiet streets of Beacon Hills. Brietta's mind was still occupied by the strange whisper she had heard earlier, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She glanced at Stiles, who was driving, and then at Scott, who was sitting in the backseat. Both of them seemed lost in their thoughts as well.
               Finally, she decided to break the silence. "Guys, did you hear that whisper back at the bowling alley?"
               Scott and Stiles exchanged puzzled looks, and then Stiles responded, "Whisper? What whisper, Brie?"
               Brietta hesitated for a moment, wondering if she had imagined the whole thing. "Never mind. It was probably nothing. Just my imagination playing tricks on me."
               Scott and Stiles frowned but didn't press further, and the jeep continued its journey through the night.
               Something in the air bothered Brietta, something that made talking to Stiles and Scott tense. Brietta huffed out a breath a few minutes later as Stiles approached her—and his—street, "Why don't you guys spend the night? We'll watch movies or," Brietta looked back at Scott, "we can solve those case files you got me for my birthday."
               Stiles glanced at Scott and then back at Brietta, considering the offer with pursed lips. "Sounds fun. And Scott," he turned to Scott, "we could use a break from the bus stuff, right?"
               Scott nodded in agreement, a small smile appearing. "I'll text my mom then."
               Brietta grinned, relieved that she had managed to lighten the mood. "Great! Then it's settled."
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