-A feeling of foreboding… that was putting it lightly. If I had known what was happening, then I would have realized how bad things were coming to be. Because at that moment a dark shadowy figure was blocking out the moon and swooping in for whatever souls remained. -
My dreams were jumbled, chaotic, and violent. Blood, sex, and darkness circled and swooped all around me. Faces sailed by swiftly on an unseen blast of wind that swept my hair into my face almost blinding me. A few of the faces that I saw I recognized immediately. My husband, granny, the woman that Melissa had called her mother. But several others I didn’t, and those were the ones that scared the hell out of me. A whisper floated on the wind, I couldn’t understand the words or recognize the voice.
“Animo repetere tenebris.
Habeo, inquit, tenebrae
Ut id ipsum mihi voluntarie,
Tenebris est dicere animam tuam
Meum erit lumen ab rutilans
Sumam eam: et propinabis de illo
Nunc te mea omnia