The Seductress
I woke up immediately, turning on my bedside lamp to avoid the darkness, beads of sweat stroll from my head down, even my bed was a mess, I had also been crying just like in my dream when I was screaming for help.
I got up from my bed and prayed. I needed strength, power to keep on going. I know I couldn’t describe my dream but I knew it wasn’t a good sign, something worse might be coming my way or my name will continue to be dragged in the mud.
Whichever reason it was, I don’t think I will be believing any of it, I plan on staying focus at all cost necessary. I brought out a murder mystery novel I was reading which was called “The Arsonist” it helped me feel an indescribable feeling, which