Chapter 3: The weaver's victims

Dr Taylor's power grows stronger with each victim. Naomi's grandmother had a hunch of what could be happening but she didn't want any mistakes as she wasn't completely sure.But as they dig deeper, they're met with increasing horrors. The Weaver had its next target.

One cool night, the moon was bright but the weather seemed heavy. A family of four, they usually warned people never to sleep at night but surprisingly they all fell asleep at once, the Weaver creeped in through the wall surface, its jelly like substance dropping on the floor. This time, Dr Taylor had come along in disguise, he had no intention of manipulating dreams, instead he came to leave a gruesome message, he took out a silver knife and stabbed each and every one of the family members in their sleep.

He carved out their eyes, their heart and left a written message on the wall with their blood. On the wall he wrote “ The stone!”. Then he went ahead to leave the bodies in front of the house where anyone could see.

The streets of Nadibia were bathed in an eerie atmosphere as the sun rose over the town. But the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the discovery of another gruesome murder. Naomi's eyes widened as she gazed upon the latest victims, her mind reeling with horror, unable to find any leads, she went into the house and that was when she saw the written message on the wall.

The townspeople were on edge, whispering to each other in hushed tones. Some believed it was the weaver's doing while others thought otherwise because the victims never slept at night ever since the story of the Weaver started. Naomi knew she had to do something.She couldn't just sit back and wait for the weaver to strike again.

She decided to take things a little more seriously. As she dug deeper, she discovered that all the victims had one thing in common: they had all visited Dr. Taylor's clinic on the outskirts of town for medical advice as a sleep specialist. Naomi's curiosity was piqued, and she decided to pay Dr. Taylor a visit.

The clinic loomed before her, its towering spires and dark windows like skeletal fingers reaching out to snatch her. She felt a chill run down her spine as she stepped inside, but she steeled herself and called out for Dr. Taylor.

The doctor's voice was warm and welcoming as he emerged from the shadows, he felt the presence of the stone on Naomi but acted cool so as not to implicate himself "Hello, and welcome to my clinic. Please come in.” He said.