It had been a good Saturday. Yet, all day she had felt a grand sense of unease. She dredded going to sleep as she knew the ghosts would enter her dreams. They always did this time of year. They walked through her brain and awakened her with anxiety.
She drank red bull after red bull. However, sleep was calling. They were calling her in. Her eyelids drooped. She she heard the humming. She saw the barn. They were waiting for her in there. They sat in the circle of fire and she was drawn in. It was game day.