The silence was deafening. The light was still too bright to open his eyes. But the sound was familiar.
I know this place...
The dream again. He could feel the cold steel against his wrists. This was knew. He didn't recall being locked to the chair in his dream. Then he heard it... click. click. click. A clock? This was not his dream.
Ash forced his eyes open to see a room very similar to one from his dream. Only this...
The Closet
It was the sound. It washed over his mind, like a shower on the inside. Water landing on pavement, concrete, and wood; as though beating a million tiny drums. The distant sound of the tiny river, washing down the sidewalks into the gutters. Ash always slept with the window open, but most especially on rainy nights.
We are no closer now to getting to the bottom of this, than we were when it started.
The rest of the house was...
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