She stared at the photo, her face turning white as a sheet. It looked exactly like the place in her dream. The eerie woods with its tall trees and overgrown grass that looked like hay scattered on the ground and the strange stones arranged in a circle. She was afraid to tell John for fear that he would think that she having a relapse.
Three years ago, she had suffered a nervous breakdown after and it had taken a long time for her to recover. She was fine until she started having the same dream shortly after she celebrated her fortieth birthday.
It began with her walking through the woods and it appeared to her that it was in the early 1900s for she wore a gown which swept the ground as she walked. Why she would venture into the woods unaccompanied, she had no idea. Perhaps it was the adventurous spirit in her. She would walk and walk, until she came to the stones. Curious, she would approach them. They held a strange fascination for her…
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