AMELIA’S POV.
Every single night these days had seemed to grow longer, and I was having a really bad time because sleep remained elusive, as if mocking my desperate attempt to rest my tired eyes from the things I've encountered ever since the letters started coming. Closing my eyes was now scary to me, because it felt as if I would see a nightmare the moment I closed my eyes. It was partly true, because I've been plagued by nightmares ever since. Every single night I woke up sweaty, huffing and puffing because I'd seen one thing or the other. The whole thing also seemed to be getting worse, because the nightmares sometimes were worse than what I had seen the night before. And they felt so f*****g real, which added to the terror that it gave me. I wondered when all this would finally come
