Leaf Runner
Mercer Evans found himself waking from a fitful sleep in a cold sweat for the past few nights. It was not the lucidity of his conversations nor the striking realism of his dreams that shook him, but rather the horrifyingly gruesome deaths that ended each nightmare. Were these dreams the product of the empty bottles on Mercer''s nightstand and the creeping solitude of his studio apartment, or was t...
Mercer Evans found himself waking from a fitful sleep in a cold sweat for the past few nights. It was not the lucidity of his conversations nor the striking realism of his dreams that shook him, but rather the horrifyingly gruesome deaths that ended each nightmare. Were these dreams the product of the empty bottles on Mercer''s nightstand and the creeping solitude of his studio apartment, or was t...
