The Truth About Sarah
The dream came again that night. As she lay in a fitful sleep upon the bed she had once found both comforting and restful, Sarah woke to what she thought was the sound of thunder. But as she opened her eyes onto her dark bedroom, the girl found the eerily twisted shapes of tree branch shadows upon her ceiling, shed by the moon on a cloudless night. "I'm dreaming," she told herself for the thousandth time. Sarah knew it was a lie. She knew that whatever the unspeakable horror was lurking in...