A few hours later …
Sam suddenly bolted upright in the bed, panting.
He sat still for a moment, trying to catch his breath and the remnant of the dream. It was oddly easy to do. The details weren't slipping away from him like dreams normally did.
There had been a gray house with white trim. A skeletal tree to the side.
And a blond woman in the upstairs window beating on the glass and screaming soundlessly for help.
Sam shook his head in confusion. 'Where had that come from?'
He didn't recognize the house or the woman. Although, there was something about the tree …
He shrugged to himself and wrote it off. But he had trouble getting back to sleep that night.