Another letter after having been gone for a bit. This one's confusing and discomfiting.

Dear Mr. Blathe,

I had the same dream again. I was running along the baseboards of a dark interior. That loud roaring noise frightened me terribly. I saw the blurry person. The same shattering all around me. The same wheezing sounds. I ran into a tiny space to hide. Then I saw the monster.

I tell you, I never felt so much terror. The thing was a shadow across the room. I couldn't move. I watched it approach the person. I smelled it. I knew the smell. The thing flew through the air and landed on the wall.

And, I woke up.

Cordially,

Timothy McNutt