CHAPTER TWENTY

Just like the usual nights, Morrigan had the same dreams, the same dark endless hallway she stands every night. The same scene of tall walls of flames, her mother's lifeless body, and the same voices taunting and haunting her eve in her dreams. But this time it was even more frightening. Screams and laughter mixes in her mind, in that endless darkness everything is shrouded in dark clouds, she couldn't see anyone. But when there finally came light in front of her is Lydia's dead body. Drenched in blood, molested, and murdered brutally. It was the same scene but this time behind Morrigan was a tall shadow of a man. When she turned around the maniacal smiles of her uncle was the first thing she saw. He grabbed her with his large and firm hand, Morrigan struggled under his grasp but it was futile. All she could do was scream for help as her uncle drag her away from Lydia, and his laughter echoes all over her ears. 

Morrigan shifted and clutched a handful of th