Who: Pamela Barnes What: A Vision When: Thursday early AM (slightly backdated) Where: Her bedroom Warnings: Mention of violence Status: Closed/Narrative
Pamela usually slept pretty soundly. Her dreams were typically filled with bits of things from the spirits. Normally, they didn’t mean anything, just stories they’d whisper to her that took on images in her mind’s eye. Tonight was no different…until something in town changed. Dreams became a nightmare.
Images of the desert flashed across her mindscape. Nomad tents where people lived in constant fear. Horses pounded across sand or dusty earth while swords flashed menacingly in the harsh sunlight. Screams. Blood and worse. And through it all was the sense that this was here. Now. In Madison Valley.
Pamela thrashed beneath the sheets until they and the light blanket were thrown to the floor. Moans and whimpers that had nothing to do with her usual antics in bed came from lips parted to take in ragged breaths. Her blind eyes were wide open in fear as her back arched up from the bed. And when the vision released its grip on her she sat bolt upright on the bed…and screamed.