Cassie woke with a start, covered in sweat and breathing sharply. The moonlight spilled through the open window, casting her room in an eerie glow. She clutched at the light blanket covering her, focusing on its rough feel in her palms, willing her breath to slow.
They were never the same, but they were all vividly violent, and abjectly terrifying. Had she screamed? She lay still, waiting for footfalls outside her door. After an interminable minute, she relaxed her grip on the sheets. Night sounds of crickets and frogs filtered through the open window. The house was as peaceful as always.
Too bad her brain wasn’t.
She swung her feet over the edge and reached for her robe. A glass of milk would help. She padded down the hall, then gingerly down the stairs, taking care to skip the third s
