Chapter 31

In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

Marisol’s breathing refused to slow as she pushed herself to a sitting position on the plush material of the bed, her body shivering almost feverishly. The sheer terror of the dream had left her otherwise paralyzed in the wake of it, her thoughts consumed by the haunting image of the beast. Her longing for the familiarity of home intensifies as the unsettling reality of her situation seems to gain a stronger footing as she looks around the unfamiliar room she’d woken up to this time.

Almost whimpering, she brought her knees to her chest, hugging them as she sought any kind of warmth in