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e gloom. Heavy clouds blocked out any sign of light from the moon and stars above casting the worlds into

usly. Trying to make

nd dry leaves beneath my feet as I find my way through the

urning bright in the middle of the open space. Stepping towards it, I began to rec

seat, its beady eyes watching me, fire dancing in their reflection

. Smoke filled the air and settled onto the ground.

me of oxygen. I cough, trying to clear my

the fire. I reached out a hand for something to st

hrough the smog and buzzing in my h

e was shrouded by a heavy black hood,

r you, Melinda.” Th

uestion the hooded man, but my throat fel

” The voice spoke again, before it started to

settling there. My tongue feeling fuzzy

disappeared into the night,

lin

ouds. My vision came back into focus as I force my eyes open only to find my Aunt Tibby stood direc

exasperated. “How many times do I need to call your name before yo

b my eyes trying to clear the last reminisce of c

did you dream about?” She asked settling down on the edge of my bed and staring at me with an

riend the next. At the age of 38, she had never really truly grown up. My mum was alw

a calm motherly type. She never cross, well not that I can remember. And she loved getting involved in all the “mumsy” type things. Like school projects, cook

d moved to Bath where she set up her own organic herbal remedy company. She created cosmetics and creams which tourist lapped u

tying and finding a gazillion different men to take home for the night. So, I’m sure yo

and moving back to our sleepy little tourist town in middle of absolutely

was pissed off, let’s just say you knew about it. My God y

y, easily angered and blew up when got going. But overall she was pretty chilled out. Not a lot fazed her in gen

impatiently, “lets

cated and that the strange man with no face told me t

d. Oh, by the way, Aunt Tibby was legendary when it came to dream interpretations. Some called her a seer, she ev

I was always a little dubious of her “gifts”. We may me witches, but even wit

th. Secondly the man without a face. Well, I would have said that he is someone who is either in your life, or that you will soon meet, but he is not yet ready to reveal himself. A

ack into my bed as the cu

Tibby, I feel su

pen and it is the start of the October half term, so its gonna be a busy

ou turn to open up this morning any

ns back to me adding with a smile. “Oh, and don’t forget to stay away from strange me

sigh and pull the c

my duvet, before forcing myself to get