Chapter Three
Despite exhaustion, the nightmares continued to plague me. Images flickered like an old black and white film reel, each frame more horrific than the last. Had there been even a splash of color, it would have been red. Crimson. The fear was unbearable, though some invisible force stifled my screams. Death presented himself, tall and imposing. Except for his face, masked by the shadows, I could distinguish every detail about him, down to the stitching on his jacket. I reached out in an attempt to wipe away the haze that concealed his features, but his identity was not for to me to know. “Not this time,” came the whisper, just as a chill riveted my body, waking me.
I cursed the buzzing in my head as my eyes adjusted to the sun peeking through the blinds. I was still groggy fro
