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.