The floor creaked ominously as the man tiptoed towards the flight of rickety looking stairs. A soft whisper of a breeze wafted through the small, broken window, gently caressing his face, as though a mother comforting her child.
The room was dark, but still light enough for the man to see that he was getting no closer to the stairs, and beyond those stairs, freedom.
He heard a voice coming from the furthest corner of the room, chanting words that he knew he should understand, but didn't.
As the voice got louder, the man tried harder to get to the stairs. He now understood what the voice was saying. "Thou shall never reach freedom! You will never get away! None have escaped this hell!"
It was then that Spencer Reid woke in a cold sweat. It had happened again. The same dream, with the same voice, each and every night. He had been experiencing this ever since Tobias Hankle had taken him.
Spencer did not understand why his dream involved stairs. There were no stairs in the shack. Not that he could remember. But then, he had been high for most of the experience.
It was the voice though, that voice that was neither male, nor female, that really got to him. It was playing in his head constantly, with a familiarity that disturbed him. Even without his eidetic memory, he was sure he would remember a voice like that.
The inherent lack of light also freaked him out. But that was a given.
The gentle, caressing breeze was the only thing in the dream that did not feel evil. It gave him the strength to carry on through the darkness, no matter how hopeless the trek, a simple light in the dark that held a mother's undying love, and a father's fierce pride. They were the two things that Spencer had never really experienced in full.
He had written out the dream in full several times, trying to figure out why it was so frequent an occurrence. Spencer had even diagrammed the sentences that the voice spoke, to see if there was some underlying meaning. There wasn't.
He finally decided to ask Gidion about it later, and made himself some coffee. Yes , He thought, Gidion always seems to know what to say in these situations.
But then again, it was just a dream. . .
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