Zander Hughes - 10 Months Ago
THERE SHE WAS AGAIN. The crying girl. I could see her in the distance, curled up among the ferns of a redwood forest whose giant trunks surrounded me like old friends. I breathed in the odd spicy scent that reminded me of ...something. I couldn't remember, but déjà vu clung to me like cobwebs. The girl's sobs grew louder, her anguish digging deeper into my heart, demanding my attention. I followed the sounds, but she remained out of my grasp, like an elusive phantom. The thought pulled me up short. Was she a ghost?
A jagged bolt of pain cut through me and I bent over, pressing a hand to my chest and sucking in air. Despite the agony, my eyes remained fixed on my prey. Unable to look away, I watched as the girl clutched her t-shirt with both hands, hunching
