Night of Dreams
Marie and I were standing in front of the House of Bones last night.
She looked over at me and shook her head, ” this is no good for you Anita ” she warned me ” there’s much danger here for you. “
I nodded and reached out for the door handle and she snatched at my wrist ” Ask who’s house this is before you go in, bring her a gift and don’t eat anything she offers you. “
” I’ll remember. ” I said.
” Anita, don’t fall asleep in this place either. Go in awake or go in asleep. But don’t do both. Otherwise you’ll get lost. “
I woke up and found that it was just after three in the morning I spent some time wondering about Marie’s warnings. Funny, she should be warning me about a writing project…a blogg.
Funny.
Almost as funny as the little doll I found on the pillow next to me when the sun came up. Even funnier was the message carved into the wall above my bed.
Beware the House of Baba Yaga…
Marie L.
© anita marie moscoso 2005-text
