It doesn’t seem to have gone away.
The other night I had a recurring dream. I was running through dark woods, and I tripped on a root. As I feel on the soggy dirt I knew he would come for me. I was gone. I heard the sickening sound of tentacles grasping my ankle, and I woke up.
They haven’t gone away.
They’ve only gotten worse.
My premonitions are terrifying me, and they would terrify you.
They all started with the girl.
The girl, to be explained later.