The Stuff of Nightmares Part 6
Waking in the night as he had done so many nights before, he breathed heavily. Bright moonlight bent around his room, bathing it in a soft grey light. He turned, crying a strangled yell of pain and terror.
This time it was different.
This time the nightmare didn't go away.
This time the ruined face still stared down at him. The hand that had held the gun reached out to him, beseeching.
He felt the cold breath upon his cheek as his memory bent and whispered softly in his ear.
"Do you remember me? I need someone to remember me."
Waking in the night as he had done so many nights before, he breathed heavily. Bright moonlight bent around his room, bathing it in a soft grey light. He turned, crying a strangled yell of pain and terror.
This time it was different.
This time the nightmare didn't go away.
This time the ruined face still stared down at him. The hand that had held the gun reached out to him, beseeching.
He felt the cold breath upon his cheek as his memory bent and whispered softly in his ear.
"Do you remember me? I need someone to remember me."