Nightmares plagued George, their tendrils reaching and grasping into the depths of his subconscious mind.
At first, he would dream of Lucius, a spectral figure who always appeared, his eyes glowing with malevolent intent, one that always scared George.
One faithful night, George went to sleep in the tiny cell he was out in the dungeon and b fire he knew it, the dreadful nightmares crept in again but this time, it was different.
"What do you want, Lucius?" He asked, after noticing an unusual darkness in the light that was surrounding him, in his dream.
"I see that you have grown accustomed to seeing me in your dreams every night that you do not get scared anymore and neither do you think of someone else manipulating their ways into your subconsciousness." Lucius answered, his voice dark and thick.
"And why do I have to be afraid when you keep coming to me?" George asked him.
