I wondered how I had never noticed it before.
I sat on the edge of the bed slowly as I examined the small dark bloodstain on he corner of the sheet.
I was alone in the apartment. Ange was at work and Dean, Sam and John were gone to a bar downtown to watch the game.
I had noticed it as I was changing the bed and it had unnerved me.
Because now I could now longer tell myself that the ghostly girl and her eerie message had been a dream.