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/Alice awoke in start and was covered in a cold sweat. She glanced over and saw Alan asleep next to her in the bed. She shook her head and sighed. Every night this past week since she had woken up in Hartman’s lodge she had been having weird dreams.

Not just weird- but terrifying. Dreams of Alan tracing knives through her flesh and parting it as easily as tissue paper fell apart in rain. It was making it more and more difficult to get some rest. She sat up and was surprised she didn’t bother him in doing so. Usually he was such a light sleeper.

She brought her hands up and covered her eyes with her palms and without thinking ¬†about it she took Alan’s closest hand to her in hers./

  1. alice-wake reblogged this from mr-scratch and added:
    /Alice could feel how hard her nails dug into the back of Alan’s hand. She’d at least eave deep crescents if she didn’t...