-A feeling of foreboding… that was putting it lightly. If I had known what was happening, then I would have realized how bad things were coming to be. Because at that moment a dark shadowy figure was blocking out the moon and swooping in for whatever souls remained. -
My dreams were jumbled, chaotic, and violent. Blood, s*x, and darkness circled and swooped all around me. Faces sailed by swiftly on an unseen blast of wind that swept my hair into my face almost blinding me. A few of the faces that I saw I recognized immediately. My husband, granny, the woman that Melissa had called her mother. But several others I didn't, and those were the ones that scared the hell out of me. A whisper floated on the wind, I couldn't understand the words or recognize the voice.
“Animo repetere tenebris.
