Chapter 9: Visions
Holly had the strangest dream.
She was sitting next to uncle Vernon, who was hunched over in his chair. She got up and walked towards a room; number 908. She opened the door and stumbled inside. There was a big, black, floating sheet holding a sharp scythe right over her cousin's form- strapped to machines and tubes. She wasn't sure what was more awful.
The creature turned his crimson gaze to her.
"What are you doing?" It was barely a whisper.
"...saving."
It was by far the scariest dream she had.
When she woke up, auntie was gone.
