<strong>Lydia has Nightmares</strong><br/><br/>The sounds indeed sound more ordinary now, though there was still muffled crying and the sound of the hurdy gurdy though perhaps it was more distant, it was certainly difficult to tell. Lydia could not be sure of the time though perhaps she could hear the chiming of a clock, straining her ears possibly, she was able to make out it was two o’clock, had Lydia lost some time.<br/><br/>Things slowly became more normal and far less surreal. Finally after hearing the clock strike at quarter past and then half past sleep was calling as was her bed. However her dreams were some what strange and rather fitful. The images were muddled and on occasion rather frightening.<br/><br/>She saw a young boy, dark skinned and likely of Romany blood, in his hand was a hurdy gurdy but most noticeable was the bloody wound of where is heart had been. In blood he took from the said wound, he painted the words ‘Help them’ on the wall.<br/><br/><br/><br/>