A man in dark clothes, made darker from the shadows of the room, stood
hunched over what appeared to be a dead body, examining it with the greatest
of care and presicsion. He never said anything, just crouched above the
corpse, gathering things. Another shadow appeared behind him and struck him,
as the man screamed, revealing only part of his face as he was dragged out
the shadows of subconsiousness, struggling for his very life.
Claire bolted upright covered in a cold perspiration and gasping for air.
She had seen it again. This dream puzzled her, as she didn't know what
anything of it meant. She tried to find out, as it had occured so often,
even bought several dream dictionaries and 'New Age' books. While they
fascinated her, they didn't provide much useful counsel.
She got out of bed, steadied herself a bit, and peered into the mirror on
the vanity next to her bed. She was ghost-pale, still dripping with the
sweat of fear, and her bright green eyes were alert and scared.
What a heck of the way to start the day.
hunched over what appeared to be a dead body, examining it with the greatest
of care and presicsion. He never said anything, just crouched above the
corpse, gathering things. Another shadow appeared behind him and struck him,
as the man screamed, revealing only part of his face as he was dragged out
the shadows of subconsiousness, struggling for his very life.
Claire bolted upright covered in a cold perspiration and gasping for air.
She had seen it again. This dream puzzled her, as she didn't know what
anything of it meant. She tried to find out, as it had occured so often,
even bought several dream dictionaries and 'New Age' books. While they
fascinated her, they didn't provide much useful counsel.
She got out of bed, steadied herself a bit, and peered into the mirror on
the vanity next to her bed. She was ghost-pale, still dripping with the
sweat of fear, and her bright green eyes were alert and scared.
What a heck of the way to start the day.