My eyes drift open, slowly. I'm standing in a room, the same one from previous dreams. But this time, there is something different. There is no table, and there is no candle. I look around the space nervously. "Jeff," his name seeps from my lips. Suddenly, a feeling of anxiousness consumes me. "Jeff! Jeff! Where are you!?" That smell, that oh so familiar smell of blood fills my senses. This time, my dress is not drenched. The scent comes from the left side of the room. Taking several cautious steps, I move in that direction.

A body lays on the floor. There is blood covering their shoulders and their head. Their long hair is colored crimson. I turn the body to see the face of the victim laying in front of me. Pale blue eyes look into mine. But this wasn't just any person. My hands cover my mouth as I scream in terror. The face I was looking at was my own…