Anna woke in a cold sweat, hands shaking. She had never had dreams like this before. Maybe it was part of the baby blues.
Thirsty. Did dreaming make people thirsty?
She went to the bathroom for a sip of water. She’d forgotten to bring a glass upstairs with her, so she thrust her mouth under the faucet and took a long drink. When she stood she saw a flash go across the medicine cabinet mirror.
Anna spun around, breath pumping out in spurts. There was nothing there, but the feeling that someone was watching her overpowered her. Maybe she shouldn’t have insisted Skip tell her that ghost story.