I had seen: Rainy Drive. With my heart beating so loudly I swore it was audible, I craned my neck out of the window and watched as Zias and I made our way slowly down her long unpaved driveway. Up ahead of us was the house from my dreams and on all sides of us was the forest I had seen. The house had the exact same patio and shutters and on the porch the exact same puppy was sleeping. Only there was an old lady in a rocking chair and she moved steadily, keeping beat with something we could not see. The hair on my arm was standing straight up and a chill sprinted up and then back down my spine. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with her but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

In robot mode, I was moving out of the vehicle impulsively, I wasn’t thinking. Malevolence was tangib...

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