When Donald moved back in with his parents, the dreams began.

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Each dream was different, but they always ended the same way. Murdered, by his family. He met a beautiful brunette who was sweet, charming, and smart. Being with her helped put him at ease and made him forget his troubles … but there was something about her that disturbed him, too.

 

The dreams intensified until they began to blur with reality. His psychologist said the murderous dreams were caused by deeply repressed childhood memories; something horrific had happened in Donald's past, and the psychologist was determined to help Donald remember.

 

He could not recall certain events from his past, but he feared — he knew — his dreams were telling him that his family was about to murder him. He had to stop the dreams — or stop his family.