Chapter 58: Chapter Fifty Eight

A piercing scream ripped through the stillness of the room, echoing off the cold stone walls of the castle bedroom. A cold sweat slicked Suzy's skin as she jolted awake, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a shroud.  She found herself gasping for breath, heart hammering against her ribs, the sheets tangled around her legs.

The remnants of the nightmare clung to her like a shroud.  She was back in the well, the darkness an oppressive weight pressing down on her.  The slimy stone walls felt cold and damp against her skin, the stale air thick with the taste of fear.  Just like the last dream, the desperate cries for help tore from her throat, raw and primal, echoing in the suffocating darkness.