You’re having a dream again,The dream of the hooded and faceless man who only called you his “little raven” even when you woke up you would see him or of the corner of your eye wherever you went

you lay awake your heart racing as you stared at the ceiling..The harsh glow of moonlight crept through your window…He was here again. He was watching you sleep.

”Soon, my love.” The baritone whisper chills you more than the water. the sound came from the dark shape just beyond the curtain.