"It's notten," I replied, but from their look I was aware that would not be enough to convince them. "I was only worried about what happened to your friend Sam and where he could have gone," I tried to sound confident, as to avoid any suspicion, but they kept staring at me. "Am I safe?" I asked to make things clear between us.
"Of course?" James replied shifting his eyes towards Martin who stood up and reached for his bag,
'Thank goodness.' I thought to myself with a deep sigh of relief.
It was twelve am, as Martin, james and Philip were fast asleep, but My dream, the strange burning on my bed sheet and the impossible response of Martin, denied me of rest as I laid awake on the bed contemplating on all the strange occurrences which could only lead to one conclusion that something was d
