She knew it would happen tonight. The breeze in the room gave her a strange tingle, as though someone was rolling on her grave. She got up from her spot on the floor and opened the curtain, but she saw nothing. Where was it? She ran around the room, trying to shake off the tingle in her heart. But it would not stop. As the breeze turned into wind, several things happened. The window shook, rattling the walls. Her tingle turned into a small heart attack. The locked door burst open. And the walls collapsed, leaving nothing but her room in an open field. She pondered, just for a moment. This wasn’t in her vision. She saw a brutal death, spirits infecting her, and total torture. But this was peace. She saw a house ahead. It looked familiar to the girl. She could barely make it out, but she did. It was her own house, with a piece of it torn off. Looks like my room tore away from the house, she thought with a step towards her family, which was crying in happiness.
