In the dead of night, Midas tossed and turned in his bed, haunted by something that seemed to visit him every night.
Suddenly, he awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest and his skin crawling with a cold, clammy sweat. Shit… It's the same dream again. But this time it was clearer. Much clearer than before.
He sat up, his eyes wide with fear and frustration, and glanced around the room. It was pitch black, except for the faint moonlight streaming through the window. But as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to remember something that chilled him to the bone.
Midas had been having the same dream for over a month now and it had been getting clearer and clearer over time.