Savage

Tossing and turning, I groan as I glance at the clock and realize that it is only five am. With a heavy sigh, I toss the blanket off me and head for the shower because there is no point in trying to sleep now.

The steam from the hot water fills the bathroom as I stand under the shower, trying to shake off the events of the previous night. The burning sensation on my face has faded, but the memory of the mysterious figure's chilling warning lingers in my mind.

As I ...