Lisa shook her head in agreement, folding her lips in on themselves to keep some kind of composure, when all she wanted to do was hide under something heavy and cry. She hadn't seen anything- not unless they were counting her dresser drawers flying at her one by one, the mirror breaking, the chair tumbling ten feet through the air, doors slamming, picture frames becoming boomerangs, and everything else that the entity could grab.
"I passed by the church yesterday but didn't go near it, and you couldn't get me to go near the woods if you paid me..." Then Dean's report about people not sleeping pulled her attention toward him.
"Are they saying anything about dreams?" The thought gave Lisa a boost of energy; hope that she wasn't experiencing something on her own, and it wasn't just a problem with old head trauma. Though that was pretty obvious now, with the invisible Psycho stalking her.
"I don't know if it caused the dream or not, but it was definitely there with me." She looked back to Emma, getting more worked up the harder she thought about it. "It was chasing me. I could feel it getting closer and closer... It was right there, in the dark, but I couldn't see it- then I woke up, and it was still there. Then it started throwing shit at me."
She was still shaking, maybe not as violently, but the quiver under her skin was constant- add nauseating when she realized how tired her body was. The thought of falling asleep made her insides twist.
"I feel like it's both here and there-" Meaning the waking world, and the dreamscape. Lisa wasn't holding back the crazy talk now. They were all well beyond rational, natural explanations for things that went on in Marrowood. "Waiting for me to go back to sleep."