Chapter 6
The nightmare started with me running through the moonlit night, once more pursued by the faceless man, the long white dress I was wearing tangling on branches and slowing me down. Only this time he was calling my name, saying it over and over again. Saying I couldn’t get away from him now he knew who I was.
As before, I knew it was a nightmare and not a vision, but it felt so real I was sure if he caught me I would never be free. Even the realisation that I could see in the nightmare was no comfort to me.
Loud banging finally pulled me from sleep and I groggily sat up. My head felt like it was stuffed with cottonwool and I sat on the edge of the bed until I felt able to stand without falling over. Even then my steps were wobbly as I made my way to the bedroom door and stepped
