Chapter 29
I tumbled headlong into nightmare, denied the healing sleep my body desperately sought. Dark reapers chased me across a landscape of shadows while wraiths wearing Sarah’s face taunted me.
‘Tyler, Tyler,’ they called, a chorus of hisses and cackles accompanying my name. I dodged around a large rectangular shape and found myself in the middle of a graveyard, surrounded by headstones with “Tyler Maree Morgan” on them as the wraiths shambled to a stop around me, penning me in. The dark reapers swooped overhead, blocking out the meagre light and I screamed as cold fingers clutched the back of my neck.
Unseen hands spun me around and around, my arms windmilling as I sought to stay upright. The thought of being on the ground and at the mercy of whatever hunted me gave me the strengt
