Synopsis

It stands to its full menacing height of about 6"3" maybe even 6"4", yeah, definitely 6"4".

It commences to formulate a 3D figure, it pours off the wall and pools onto the floor.

I can't scream, not because I'm scared, I don't want to alarm Lilah, maybe I'm just hallucinating again.

When it takes it's full form I see my mind's only reasonable explanation what's going, Don.

Just like I imagined him.

"Your not real" the whisper slips past my dry cold lips as if it'll rid me of this nightmare.

"I'm about as real as it's gonna get baby girl"

This book belongs to me all ideas belong to me, don't copy my stuff or we are gonna have some real problems. I do not support bully/negativity in the comment section, that shits not cool.

Hope you enjoy!
Sunshine