Midnight Call

In the past two or three years, Karen Daly had not had a good night's sleep. Most of the time, she would be surprised by nightmares, so she slept late, hoping to sleep deeper as soon as she fell asleep. However, it didn't work at all. As long as she closed her eyes, she would have all kinds of nightmares to pester her. Today, she dreamed again. She dreamed of a lot of people in white coats holding needles and injecting unknown liquids into her body. She struggled and resisted, but it was useless. It was as if there was an invisible net covering her. She could only allow those people to harm her. "Karen Daly—" In the darkness, a low voice was calling her name. It was a very familiar but far-away male voice. As the voice sounded, a black figure came to her. The black figure was getting closer and closer. She wanted to reach out to grab him. Just as she was about to catch the black figure, a doctor-like man dragged her away and stabbed her with a big cylinder. Karen Daly struggled and sho