Suddenly, her mind was filled with images of a grotesquely scarred man, all dressed in black, like a ninja. He had crept into her room during the night and planted this small stone inside one of her slippers, and then quietly crept out the way he had come.
Sarah thought her mind would be scarred for life, as she kept seeing the man's twisted leer on his cut-up face. It was the look of evil.
She tried her hardest to think of something else, but that man's face kept coming back. "I wish I never remembered that horrible face!"
Suddenly, she couldn't remember what the intruder looked like. It was odd. She knew there was an intruder, but that was all.
She sighed, thinking that it was all just a bad dream. It certainly felt like one. But then she noticed the stone in her hand. That wasn't a dream. Her mind was so mixed up. What was happening to her?
She sighed again, trying to push all of it past her. She needed to focus on other, more important things. "I wish ..."
