Sometimes I can’t stop crying during the day, but sleep has been surprisingly peaceful. I’ve been sleeping so soundly. I haven’t dreamt of the the Man with the Shadow Voice since he returned.
For as long as I can remember I’ve never gone multiple days without dreaming about him. I can’t remember going half a week without waking up sweating and writhing. Feeling like I had just run a mile. Feeling like I was still running or should be. Feeling the cold against my ear where he whispered his eerie lullabies. Still seeing the shine of his reflecting eyes when I opened mine.
I guess he doesn’t need to haunt my dreams anymore. He haunts me every day just like he did after Brendan died. I’ll live this nightmare until I die.
What happens next? Read the next part of the story here.