Liz's Dreams of a Teenage Haunt

Every night for a year, Liz Kukowski's mind suddenly sprang to life in the most vivid and realistic of dreams. As she lay helplessly asleep in her bed, her mind would dream as the thing pushed itself like a malignant mass of glowing evil through the wall and over her bed. She quickly found that though her eyes were open and her mind was indeed fully lucid, she could not move, not even a twitch of the eyebrow. In the back bending weight of evil and malice and sorrow and despair lingered thick there in her room. But every night it would eventually subside. A flick of the finger would evolve to the clenching of her hands into fists until finally she