You’re having a dream again, and you woke up with a note next to your bed that says, “Keep dreaming of me, my dark love. I’ll be back for more.”

“You look beautiful when you sleep.” You read the note again. The letter is real. The harsh glow of moonlight only just makes the words more visible. 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.”