In the morning Eve feels like s**t. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get back to sleep after that awful nightmare. At one point she thought she felt the shadowy presence in her room and didn’t even care. She laid grasping at her pillow, not frightened like she had been in her dream, but pissed off.
Was it even a dream at all or a dark and haunting memory? Had she been there when her mother was killed by.. A demon? Sure it had been Grant in her nightmare, but that was just because she had witnessed him earlier that evening. Right? It wasn’t really him.. She tosses her pillow across the room and lets out an angry sigh. Why does her life have to be so complicated and shrouded in mystery?!
Not much effort goes into getting herself ready this morning. She throws on some loose fitti
