Dreamless Sleep
Chapter Eight
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Virginia was stifling a yawn every few paces; she really needed sleep. It was just her luck that the staircase she was on decided to move. Now she had to walk through the second floor corridor that she had hoped to avoid. It was bad enough being there in the day time, even with other students milling around her, but at night it was terrifying. She paused before turning the corner. Maybe if she imagined that everyone else was with her, it wouldn't seem so bad.
Apparently, she couldn't focus very well, because her imagination failed her as soon as she turned that first corner. Her eyes darted along the walls, floor, and ceiling. She thought she could make it, until she noticed a message in the familiar, shocking red etched on the far wall.
She started shaking, and under the dark cloak of the night, Virginia Weasely screamed before she hit the ground. Obviously, she wasn't going to get that sleep tonight.
