A Visitor

A young, seventeen year-old Yakuro lay down in her bed. The winds outside had grown calm after the recent storm, but the remains of said storm still left uneasiness and fear. The girl's mind was at peace, and drifting. Her body grew light, and she began to float into the air. Yakuro saw dark green hands holding her, and lifting her body into the air in her dreams. The teen's breath began to grow choppy, and she shook her head back and forth, becoming restless. Finally, she collided into the ceiling.

Yakuro shot up, awake in her bed, her breathing labored. Rain was still pelting her window, the soft pitter-patter lulling her into slumber once more a she made herself comfortble on her bed. From above her bed, on the ceiling of which she was forced into colliding with; a snapping of bones was heard, as a red jewel necklace on her nightstand faintly glowed in the dark of night.