Stella Lockheed
It's just a terrible dream. Nothing else. Just a dream.
Waking up from that nightmare was like getting pulled back from the edge of a very weird and creepy cliff. My heart was doing its best impression of a drum solo, and I was pretty sure my hair was standing on end. Seriously, who knew dreams could be so intense?
I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of that bone-chilling image – the shadowy thing with the freaky crown of bones sinking its claws into my heart. Ugh, just thinking about it gave me the heebie-jeebies.
Back in the real world, or at least the part of reality that didn't involve creepy shadow creatures, I found myself in my dorm room. The warm morning light was streaming in through the window, casting everything in a much more comforting
