#luka.7

Seemed that everyone was having strange dreams lately ever since the wedding, barriers, challenges - power. It made him wonder what was waiting for him when he closed his eyes at night, Samson hadn't needed another thing to feel anxious about but he was prone to fretting by nature.

"Do you think we're all going to... I don't know, have one of these dreams?" Were they the b string? What if it didn't happen - what did that mean? The idea of being not chosen was both uncomfortable and hauntingly familiar but he negated it with the faith that Apollo wouldn't leave him behind.

Was it cruel to arrive in England’s most haunted village after sunset? Maybe. Considering the town had no street lighting and a rumoured thirteen or fourteen ghosts, the autumnal evening fog crept eerily through the trees and seeped over the old stone road. “This isn’t so bad.” Samson commented, he wasn’t exactly shaken easily but there was this creepy feeling that they were being watched, or at least, that he was. A little more… on edge than usual, when he looked toward Luka, Samson’s eyes went a bit large. “You just looked at me like you saw something…” he quickly looked over his shoulder, “what did you see?”