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Victorique’s Dream Interpretation – Part 06

Darkness enveloped the surroundings. Underground water was dripping somewhere. Faint cries of young children drifted in from afar. Victorique turned around, but found no one there. The disturbing presence of the dead hung in the air.

“Catch him,” said a boy.

“Make him pay,” echoed another.

“Someone, please,” a girl begged.

“Who are you?” Victorique asked.

The sounds of dripping water, thickening darkness, and the musty scent of a basement began to envelop her. The cries grew louder.

“Are you referring to Dr. Boleid? But who are you?”

Victorique strained to hear.

Drip, drip.

Thin screams. The crack of a whip. Agonizing cries. The sound of something plunging into water. More screams.

And then…

“Kill…”

“Kill him…”

“Kill…”

“Hmm?”

Victorique strained her ears, but the voices, too faint to decipher, seemed to dissolve into the wind.

The darkness lifted, and Victorique found herself back in the empty meadow, alone, with only the wind blowing around her.

And so, time passed.

One day. Two days. No, five days.

Alone