My reoccuring nightmare once again captures my subcontious mind. I walk down a path which suddenly splits in two. Which way always swwms to be the question either or ends badly. Tonight I take the right path leaving the left in my dust. An image of my parents appear, my dad in a nasty battle with his wolf while, my mother screams as the cinnamon man advances on her. I squeeze my eyes shut on;ly to reopen them to a funeral, my parents funeral.
A shadow slants across my face as a deep rumbling laugh fill the room, "I already told you darling. No one can escape the gingerbread man."
I wake sitting straight up cold sweat running down my spin. I pull my knees to my chest and whisper, "It was just a dream," comforting myself before adding, "I hope."
_________________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________
Authors note:
I just want to say thank you to ReadingNerd101 who proofread my last two chapters for me and I recomend her newest book. Also thank you to all my readers who havn't given up hope on me just yet love you guys!
