It was either the sudden sound of breaking glass or my nightmare that woke me up from sleep. Sweat clung to my shirt, and I looked around, It was either the sudden sound of breaking glass or my nightmare that woke me up from sleep. Sweat clung to my shirt, and I looked around, confused. I dreamed about dark figures surrounding my house, each silently waiting for something. McCallister was there strangely enough, and her mouth was sewn shut, along with everyone else in my house. I knew because the whole dream was filled with me, running to each person and asking what was wrong. They couldn’t speak, and they didn’t seem to want to.
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