The Past Life

Different

Sleep is not fun, at all. The minute I fell asleep, I started shaking and I entered the vortex of pure horror. Every once in awhile, instead of glimpses of the past, I get to see the present or future which rarely happens.
I thought this was one of those situations but all I saw was a dark room with a single woman in it. She wore a dress that was woven out of silver and her glossy black hair was piled high upon her head. When she spoke it sounded like someone sharpening knives.
"Come," she said as her eyes glowed a sickly purple.
"Come to the place you live and hate," her voice was draining my energy, "you must come accompanied, alone you shall die." That just lifted my spirits right up, I thought sarcastically. And before she said anything else the scene dissolved and I woke up with rain pounding at my window.
I got out of my bed and looked at my clock. It was eleven o'clock at night. I paced around my room and thought about my vision. Somehow, I felt the need to go where she was speaking of but I didn't know where. I laid back on my bed and decided I'd think about it tomorrow.