Raven’s POV
Tossing and turning for hours in my bed, too scared to close my eyes, because every time that I did, I would see those glowing red eyes of that monstrous creature staring back at me, as if he was intentionally haunting my dreams. Not able to take another second of the torture, I got out of bed and headed for the kitchen, thinking that a warm glass of milk might help to sooth away my distress.
As I pull the glass of milk from the microwave, I almost drop it when my grandmother appears, scaring me half to death.
“You’re up late and, by the looks of things, you can’t sleep.” Her eyes then move from mine to the glass of milk in my hands, while she continues to say, “I used to make your mother a glass of warm milk on nights like these.” Before she moved to a cabinet retrieving
