Sleeping is evil you know,always the dark...one night as I closed my eyes a strange feeling came over me a cold,metal feeling as if a hand was creeping towards my throat..I opened my eyes to a blinding light and suddenly I was standing,standing above a different bed,in a different room and a different house.I was unable to move only able to watch the figure that lay in the bed asleep.I recognised the figure as my friend!
I understood,I was chosen to be a weaver of bad dreams my first victim was my best friend as the realisation swept over me I felt I could move so slowly I moved toward her walking...no...drifting,I bent down and began to weave,dreams of people with black eyes, people dying.That's me and that's what I do, i make the bad dreams,the nightmares that happen when your eyes close.I watch!
