Mia Pierce met her husband in her dreams once again.
She dreamed that he resigned as police chief and moved the whole family back to the place where she had grown up, beginning a leisurely married life.
Every day, they raised their children, read books and drank tea, rode horses and hunted, in utter peace.
-This was the life she had long yearned for.
But the more beautiful and lifelike the dream, the more intense the pain upon waking.
Today was no exception.
Mia Pierce jolted awake and found her face covered in hot tears. It seemed no different from the past few days, yet something felt a little off.
She could not quite say what was different.
That was normal.
People's minds always remained hazy for a while just after waking.
So Mia Pierce did not find it too strange. She straightened her nightgown out of habit, intending to get up and drink a glass of water to settle her emotions.
But just then, the hand she had placed on her shoulder suddenly froze. Her mind abruptly cleared, and she belatedly realized the source of that strange feeling.
In the dim room, a dark figure seemed to be standing beside her bed, repeatedly scraping something small gently across her face!
Mia Pierce's eyes widened in terror, and she felt the blood in her body run cold.
In that instant, she suddenly recalled all the terrifying ghost stories her parents had told her by her bedside when she was little.
"Clack, clack, clack."
-The bedroom's mistress began to chatter her teeth uncontrollably.
She felt the movement on her face stop. Knowing that the other person had discovered she was awake, the fear in her heart instantly multiplied dozens of times.
Just then, a soft sigh came from beside the bed.