The Pale Lady, Part 1
Sometimes when I'm sleeping, She comes to me in my dreams.
Even before I open my eyes, I know that something is very, very wrong. I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be. I should probably be scared. Terrified even. I'm not. After all, this is just a (nightmare) dream, isn't it? And you can't get hurt in your dreams. Right? I'm naked. And I'm not lying in my bed in my room, which is the last place I remember being in. In fact, I'm not lying at all. I'm standing. Or rather hanging. I...