I was afraid to close my eyes, but sometime during the night, I did. I knew the dreams would come, as surely as I knew I would wake in a cold sweat, screaming.

I was at a party, lots of high-school age beautiful people stood in little groups holding plastic cups and exclusive conversations. I was searching for someone; a friendly face. I walked out onto a patio lined with bushes.

The night air was cool. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned. No one. I thought they had ran behind some shrubs. I gave chase.

I crashed through the bushes to the other side. The cellar door was open. They must have gone down there. I went in. The darkness closed behind me, but there was a faint blue light ahead.

I walked toward it, alert, over dust and past cobwebs. The basement opened into a cavern. Stalagtites and stalagmites met like giant black teeth in the aqua colored space.

There was a row boat moored at the edge of a lake. Inside was a very old, rotten body, half sunk in the waterlogged boat. It wore an eye patch.