Eleanor woke feeling tired after a night of terrible dreams. She sat up, trying to erase the vivid memories of a creature with long nails and a mouthful of sharp teeth.
I haven’t experienced nightmares like that since I was a little girl. She shivered and pulled her nightdress closer. She must have torn in fighting the monster of her dreams, and blood had dried on her hands.
Ihaven’t experienced nightmares like that since I was a little girl.That was some dream. Eleanor stood up, realising she had dug her nails deep into her palms during the night.
That was some dream.Throwing open the window, she looked outside, half expecting to see a mediaeval knight riding down the street. Instead, a solitary farm cart trundled over the tarmac, with a teenaged farm hand guiding the horse.
That Fren
