<strong>Lydia....things seem to get messy</strong><br/><br/>There was a strange flickering in Lydia’s mind she caught images of two children but it was hard to catch their faces for the scenes were as small birds wings. She heard the beating of the wings too and the feeling of feathers on her face making it difficult to breath. Feathers or was it spider webs.<br/><br/>She heard hissing two in the back of her mind too and then shotgun blasts. When the clock downstairs struck five in the morning, Lydia felt damp and there was mud and dirt on her clothes and her bare feet, also powder burns on her fingers. Also a scent of blood lingered, and that was when she realised just what was mingled in the dirt on her sleeping garments.<br/>