The Unknown ch. 7It was about midnight, the rain had turned into a mighty thunderstorm. Ivoire tossed and turned as nightmares haunted her sleep. Abrille sat against the wall, notebook in lap, writing a song. Everyone else was asleep, even the nurses.
Outside in the garden, trees moaned as the wind forced them to bend. The ground was wet and muddy, animals hid in their dens, and Annje was alone. She was hidden in the trunk of a tree. It was a huge tree and wouldn't bend against the wind, the inside of it was hollow. Annje was curled up ina tight ball, her clothes drenched, her hair matted, and her face stained with tears.
At the gravesite, where Saemi was buried, the mud ran thick, fast and dangerous. The mud splurged up at one spot and seemed to rise. A strike of lightning revealed a burned hand, clawing at the surface.
"No!" Ivoire gasped as she heard the news from Abrille. Saemi's body had been stolen last night.Annje isn't going to like this... Ivoire frette