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No, she didn't think he'd get anything from it. Why would He? They were just... dreams. Really, really fucked up dreams. Delilah shook her head and chuckled dryly, watching as the doctor turned away from her. He had begun to speak again, when that God awful screeching sound pierced the quiet stillness of the room. Delilah cried out and again, cover her ears, though the action never seemed to help. It was all just out of instinct. She leaned over, resting her forehead between her knees and squeezed her eyes shut. 

Was this ever going to stop?

Moments later, when the noise did stop, Delilah exhaled a relieved breath. She hesitated opening her eyes and looking up, because she knew the setting would be different somehow. It always was. When she finally worked up the courage to sit up, her eyes slowly opened, as if she were afraid to open them. Definitely terrified. When they were finally open all the way, her hands came away from her ears and she took in the new sight. A very beautiful room with a four post canopy bed. The drape that hung from it, matched those on the window; a soft beige color it looks like. There was a small table next to the bed where a small lamp sat. It gave off just enough light to make the room creepy, or calming. Just depended on how one looked at it. 

Delilah slowly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slid closer to it. Looking down, she noticed that the floor was tiled black and beige. It looked like a checker board, but it was pretty. Directly in front of her, was a dresser, and to her left was an open door. She placed her feet on the cool floor and pushed herself up so that she was standing. A sharp pain in her side caused her to stumble slightly, but caught herself with the bed. She took a hesitant step towards the door, then stopped.

What horrors waited out there for her this time?