“Stop, please I'm still awake. God Sam help me, Make them stop Tell them I'm still awake!” Sam Lockwood-Beresford awoke with a slight start at the sound of her husband's screams. She was getting used to them. Sam rubbed the sleep form her eyes and looked at the clock on her nightstand it read 5:46.
As quietly as she could Sam edged closer to her husband she wrapped her arms around his waist. She whispered soothingly “Clay, sweetheart it's all right your salama it's okay.”
After awhile saying this chant Clay awoke a strangled scream escaping his mouth.
Sam could see even in the dim darkness...
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