.... Mark awoke in his bed, breathing hard and soaked in sweat. Was that a dream? It HAD to be! No way could any of that screaming and passing out stuff be real. He sighed, agreeing with himself that it was only a dream before he got up. The second his right foot touched the ground a burning pain shot up his leg. He looked down and saw a piece of glass in his foot. 'You have to be kidding me...' he thought to himself. This was not his week!
Mark left for the kitchen where he kept is first aid kit and he dealt with the wound. He began to go into deep thought about the wound on his foot, but before he could go too far he remembered the blood he had to clean up in his bedroom. But when he returned, the blood had also taken shape into an L, P and a K. Mark couldn't believe this! He wrote down the letters that had appeared so far. D, R, A, L, P, K and took a photo on his phone of the blood. He left the bloody letters there and quickly locked himself in the living room. He suddenly felt very