Sleepy Pokes

Murray slowly walked upstairs to her bedroom, her shoes moved soundlessly over the wood steps, she barely noticed the low rumbling of the car that passed her house. She unlocked the door and went inside her dark bedroom; the tiny glow of her broken lamp eerily casted her pale features as she unconsciously shrugged off her shoulder bag. Murray sat down quietly on her bed with her eyes shut, the day's weariness catching up to her and furiously bludgeoning her upside the head in the form of a throbbing headache. Murray was doing pretty well as her new job was helping her pay the bills with her only brother-in-law Travis, who she has been living with since before her mother died. She only feels what he's feeling. But he has no ill will against her despite the crap she gives him everyday. It's really an odd sensation.

She receives odd dreams every night, The dreams have been also coupled with other strange occurrences that seem to invade her daily life. It was very strange and confusing and she doesn't tell Travis about it, afraid that he wouldn't believe her or even worse, He would tease her about it. Murray certainly didn't want that to happen. Later on that night, Murray while lying down on her bed, felt a strange sensation of some sort finger on her left foot, Murray shrugged it off and went back sleep however, then a pair of white long-fingered hands grabbed her feet, Murray froze as to not alert attention as the long white fingers went up and her soles, Murray giggled as this happened. Growing tired of this, Murray kicked the hands, the hands then disappeared, Murray went to sleep.