"m-my dreams? how did-what, how?" he stuttered over her words. he never told anybody about his night terrors. he was lucky if he got a decent two hours of sleep. he was running on coffee and breakfast burritos within the past few months.
"call it a genetic trait." she spoke, her eyes started to glow, not white, but blue. he was amazed.
the dark, empty alley they were standing in soon became dangerous. "be quiet." she put a finger over his lips. she closed her eyes, and whispered something. peters eyes were tightly shut.
they heard muttering, peter didnt dare open his eyes, but he heard footsteps walk the opposite direction.
"they're gone, but they will be back."
"they? who is they?!"
"demons."
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