Squawk Squawk Scream Screech Damn! (P2)
In a nightmare last night the four horsemen had visited her. They had ridden up to her – coming to an abrupt halt. They peered into her eyes all four of them at once. They breathed rancid hotness into her as they quizzically hovered as though suspended on a spring. Trace felt her head pushing further and further into the pillow. The resistance of the pillow pushing back against her. This strange feeling seemed as though it was yet another assault. She could hear the horses panting and ranting... Sign in to see full entry.