Chapter Eight: AnnabelDreaming…
Bert woke up, startled and afraid. The night pressed in coal black from all sides and for one terrible moment, he completely forgot where he was. With panic gripping him, he wrenched himself over onto his side. With a sudden sharp splintering of wood, his precarious perch gave way and he fell through empty space to land heavily on the ground below. The force of the impact left him breathless, bruised and dazed but otherwise uninjured.
Flailing out with his arms to dash away a legion of demons, he scrambled to his feet, a blind man lost in a strange place. As he stood there rigid with fear, tears came rolling down his grimy cheeks, tears of confusion mixed with mounting terror. This place, wherever it was, offered no sanctuary, no possibility for giving him
