CHAP. 24: HORROR OF THE PAST

2:03 a.m

It had been three hours since drowsiness crept over me, and here I was, wide awake, sitting on the edge of my bed with a heavy head. I rolled over, attempting to get some sleep again, but curtailed when my palm landed on something cold and stiff. Frantic heartbeat and the wild brush of the wind from the curtain of my sliding window intensified the vague feeling that penetrated through my being. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and quickly opened the lampshade on my side. My hands travelled back and gradu