She sits in bed holding yet another drink. Three weeks ago one was enough to put her to sleep, now it takes two. When will she be normal again? When will the bad dreams end?
Hours of lying awake. Horrible images going through her mind. It's not real. It didn't happen! Right?
But she doesn't know. She started drinking to stop the nightmares. But before the nightmares were the blackouts. Evenings she didn't remember, hours erased from her memories.
Then the dreams began. Full of blood and screaming. The sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh.
She's afraid to watch the news now. After the first reports of the murders from across town. Men mutilated in their beds. A week ago the news said the murders stopped. One a night for two weeks then nothing. The police think the killer moved on.
So she sits in bed holding yet another drink.
And the monster sleeps...
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