The dream was always the same identical, supernatural in nature. Night after night Jeremiah had submitted to the fact every night he tried to slumber he awoke at 3am. Often scared out of his sleep from the nightmares, every night Jeremiah found himself falling from Jacob’s ladder. For the past two years He’d awake in violent tremors and profuse sweat attacks. The only thought in Jeremiahs mind which haunted those dreams was revenge. Jeremiahs Walls come alive at night, faces appear within them, different kinds of entity’s trying to obtain some type of communication with the thirty-two-year-old Jeremiah Griffin.
Last night in particular was a very bizarre night for Jeremiah. A transmission of some sort had come to him via the walls. Jeremiah called them the sleepers his brother Charles ha
