“Help me! Help me!”
Marcus abruptly sat up in bed, jolted from sleep by a female voice calling for help. He looked around the room, then, rising from bed, he went over and looked out of the window. There was nothing out there. He went into the kitchen and looked out of the windows in there.
“Well,” said Marcus. “I guess, I must have been dreaming. It seemed so real.”
Marcus returned to the bedroom and checked the clock. It had been only three hours since he lay down. He went back to bed and willed himself to get some more sleep. Tomorrow would be here soon.
Marcus had settled deeply into sleep when the same female voice sounded again.
“Help me, someone help me,” implored the female voice.
Marcus did not wake up this time. He sank deeper into the dream.
“Who are you?” he asked. “Wha
