The dream was longer now that she actually knew what had been going on.
Brooke would open her eyes to a dark room with only one light source, a candle on the dinner table in her old house. Her mother sat there in a black dress, looking at a huge tome before looking up.
“He is dead, I lied to you. And now I’m dead too. You will have to pay for your sins, Brooke. You will pay.”
That is when the first hands creep up her body, pulling her inside the shadows. Soon she is surrounded and fighting doesn’t work anymore. Colours fade, light is blocked out by clouds of wavering shadow.
Her screams are muffled by a hand covering her mouth, yanking her backwards.
When everythign fades to black there is nothing left but the crackling sounds of fire.