Chapter 92

I woke in a cold sweat. Every night it was the same thing. A tornado of images and sound all ending in the same cage with that same laugh. Somehow I knew the imagines where memories. Well most of them. Everything had a feeling like it had happened except one. The ball. That, like the shadow-clothed man and his laugh, was in every dream. I sighed and crawl out of bed. It was still dark outside. Despite my best effects I couldn't wake up past five am. It was awful. Eventually I just gave up on it. I grabbed a set of clothes, a pair of black jeans with a dark, nearly black, blue shirt. I was quickly becoming grateful for the dark clothes as the first snow rapidly drew closer. I made my way down the hall to the shower ignoring the feeling of being watch. For the past few days there's always been someone watching. If it wasn't Ethan or one of his less than subtle Lupᾰtor then it was Jason or the Spy. I'd taken to calling Lisa that since lately she'd been spying on