Sweat tickled down Clarissa’s hair and face. Her body jerked from left to right as her hands clutched at the thin mattress. Her eyes were shut tight and she could barely see what was in front of her. All she knew was that there was so much intensity and darkness that was around.The windows flapped and the lights had gone out, leaving just darkness to reign. Her lips formed an o, but no words were uttered. It was simply a relentless turning and jerking of the body.Suddenly, her hands went to her necklace, and then, went back to clenching the sheets. In minutes, the light glowed, illuminating the whole room in so many colors.Clarissa sat up in bed with a start, and the light died immediately. Her fluttered to the necklace, as her heart pounded erratically. What was that?It was the scariest dream she had ever had. The worst was that she wasn’t even sure it was a dream. It had felt so real to be one. It felt like it was a part of her soul and body. Like, someone was trying to tell he

Archer looked at the sleeping beauty that was resting on his thigh with a sigh. One of his guards drove the car at a fast pace, so he was seated by her side.The way she turned and jerked was so painful to watch. He had tried waking her up to free her from the misery that she obviously felt, but nothing seemed to be working. She seemed to have been sucked into the unknown with the dream as her centering beacon. He definitely didn’t like the sound of that in the least. It seemed weird and slightly strange.Archer’s hands slowly touched her hair. All he wanted was to make her feel more at ease, and better. He didn’t want anything more. His fingers slowly untangled the knot in her hair. “No!” Clarissa screamed as she jerked awake and sat up in fright. Her eyes were everywhere at once, and Archer softly tried to pull her back to him, but she moved to the other side. He shifted slightly in his chair, and slowly he slid over to her, taking her right hand in his.“Calm down,” he said soft

Clarissa bit at her nails as she stared at the raven right on the pavement of her house. She didn’t want to look at it, but there was really nowhere to turn to in this situation.“We should bury it,” Archer said at once.Clarissa shifted her gaze from the raven to Archer. He didn’t look fazed by any of these as he pointed the torch at the damn animal.“I don’t want to go near it,” she said stiffly.He turned. “I’m sorry. You must have been shaken by all these. But, trust me, I’m sure it means nothing. Its death was dramatic yet, but we don’t need to worry about it,” he said softly.Clarissa wanted to believe him, but she couldn’t this time. She had been told stories all her life about the myths and facts surrounding raven deaths, and it wasn’t funny. Plus, all the nightmares she has been having recently didn’t make any of this a coincidence.“What are you thinking?” He asked softly.She stared back at the raven. “All these mean something. Why did the raven choose to die in my house? I

Clarissa shook hard as she stared at nothing on the wall. The dream was rattling her, and she barely knew she was screaming or a hand was moving through her hair till she was pulled to a hard male body.“It’s just a dream. It’s not real,” a voice penetrated her head.She blinked. The voice was calm and soothing. It felt so real and purely full of love. She pushed herself slightly backward and stared into Archer’s eyes.“Archer,” she said softly.“Clarissa.”She was aware at that moment that she was naked. She looked down at herself and saw her blanket had exposed her bare chest to him. A blush crept up her cheeks.“Are you ok? Do you need water?” He was asking.She jolted her eyes up at him, and the dream replayed fiercer in her mind’s eye. She forgot she was nude and threw herself at Drew, weeping softly on his shoulders.His hands slowly entwined her to him. She was aware of his words, but she couldn’t make it all out against her tears. It was too much. She kept crying, while he was

Clarissa pushed her hair up and used a rubber to pack it in a ponytail. Then, she settled for a pink shirt and a white flannel shirt. It was alright now. Maybe, she should go outside or something.She made a move to leave when she saw something like a kite flying up her window. A frown tugged at her lips. She and Archer were the only ones here, and he was out of the house, so who would be flying kites now? Was that spooky woman a part of it?One, two, and three more kites were enough to gnaw at her insides. She ran down the stairs and into the sunny light. Outside, she could see no one, so she walked toward the back of the house.And, there the spooky woman had her back turned to her as she flew the kite upwards. It had weird colors and designs which dissipated into nothing when it got to the sky.“Who are you?” Clarissa called out.The woman said nothing, as she walked towards the stone pathway. Clarissa swallowed hard and moved after her. No matter how fast she walked, she couldn’t