Chapter 1

Running running running.

"I got to catch my breath," Michael thought to himself. He had been running for what seemed like forever.

"They'll get me if I stop," He thought.

He could hear the footsteps. He could hear the people screaming his name. Michael ran into a dark street and hid behind someone's garage. He could see the people that were chasing him stop and look around. They didn't know where he went. Michael started to catch his breath. He thought that he was safe for an instant. His heart was pounding and his face was dripping of sweat, just as if he was on stage.

"Michael," he heard a familiar voice whisper.

It was her.

The woman with the long black hair and tanned smooth skin. Her blue menacing eyes stared down at Michael in pure insanity. Michael paniced, looking for somewhere to go.

"Stay away from me! Leave me alone!"

The girl smiled. She took out a knife that she had hidden behind her back. Its sharp edge sparkled in the moonlight.

"Why would I ever do that?" She said.

Michael woke up. He was back into reality. He took a deep breath and turned over to look at the clock. Three o'clock in the morning. Another restless night of sleep. He didn't try to go back to sleep because he knew it was useless. Getting out of bed he thought about why he kept having these nightmares. They had happened everyday for the past week and he had been getting very little sleep. Sleep� that he needed. A ton of questions came to his mind as he got dressed.
Why was that same blue-eyed girl inside his dreams?
And why was she so determined to kill him?
It was 7am and Michael was driving in a limo to the theatre. The world premiere of Michael's movie, "The Nightmares Of Edgar Allan Poe", was about to start. Michael pulled down the built-in mirror in front of him. His brown oval eyes gazed back at him. He pulled some small strands of hair out of his eyes. Michael sighed and folded the mirror back into place.

"Hey Mickey," Michael's driver, Dave, said. "How's it goin' back there?" Dave gazed at Michael in the rearview mirror. "Ya look kind of tired."

Seeing the crowd as they approached the theatre, Michael began to put on his sunglasses.

"Yeah...ummm...I haven't gotten much sleep lately." Michael answered.

Dave nodded, turning a corner to go to the back entrance of the theatre. Michael's security car had followed them on the way there as usual. Michael stepped out of the limo and his assistant met him at the door.

"Hi Michael, how are you this morning?"

Sharon was his newly hired assistant. He really started to like her. She was so nice to him, he felt as if he knew her for years.

"I'm doing fine."

"That's good. Hey, I was wondering if, you wanna...you know..."

"Go out for lunch?" Michael finished.

Sharon giggled. She looked straight into Michael's eyes with the prettiest smile he'd ever seen.

"Sure," Michael said. He returned her smile.

Sharon watched Michael and the guards enter the building. She knew she had Michael exactly where she wanted him.Through out the movie, Sharon watched Michael's every move.

So much grace, she thought.

Grace in everything he did. Every word he spoke, every move he made. It was pure grace. His thoughts were deep. 43 years of memories, heartaches, and an imagination and creative power so great, it gave Sharon shivers. Last night she felt it all. And it felt so good. She was obsessed with him. Obsessed with everything about him. She just needed to get deeper in his dreams. So he won't have any idea what she got instore for him....