#Chapter 161 Night Terrors

Grace I drifted through the darkness before the cold of a night wind swept around me. As the darkness parted, I grew colder. Dead, gnarled trees stretch up around me. The ground was dead. The bark was black. The desolate, eerie forest stretched endlessly before me. Its skeletal trees reached for the moonlight, casting long, haunting shadows. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the distant murmur of unseen creatures. I could hear my heart pounding my chest. My breath fogged the air. Where was I? I shuddered, looking around. I had never had such a hauntingly real-feeling dream before, at least not one that didn't involve sex. The air held a chill that seeped into my bones, and an inexplicable sense of urgency gripped my chest. Something scuffled nearby in the darkness, and before I could think, I began to run. My footsteps were muffled by the thick layer of decaying leaves and barren earth. The air smelled rotten. I couldn't breathe enough to ease the burning in my lungs.