She was a nice looking redhead,she could have been a model or socialite.

She had just moved into the old Victorian house,in fact this was her first night in the old place. It needed work,but it was affordable.

She was excited to e in her own house.The Massechusettes town was far more quiet than her loft in New York City.

She decided to explore her newly purchased Victorian home. So,she started in the attic. Among the cobwebs,inches thick dust and antiques furnuture that was stored there and forgotten,she discovered books that were written long before her birth,in fact two centuries before she was born.

One book in particular caught her eye,a history of the old Victorian.She brought it to the bedroom that she chose as her room,got ready for bed and started to read. She got to where a picture of some former inhabitant,long dead,and her eyes fluttered,then closed as a gentle breathing exhaled and inhaled from her slightly parted lips.

Her first night was troubled by dreams,nightmares of a sort. But,the nightmares became erotic. She dreamed of a man,she didn't know him,at least she didn't recognize him.

The man slowly,gently undressed her. She couldn't move,as though she were paralyzed by some spell. As he disrobed and climbed into the bed and got on top of her,she screamed in her mind "Wake up,PLEASE wake up!" But,she remained asleep,entranced.

She was terriified,panic stricken-----she was aroused by this dark,frightening,intriguing stranger.

The stranger kissed her on the neck. Although the kiss seemed gentle,almost romantic,she felt a slight pain,as though she were stuck by two pins in her throat.

The night ended and with it the dream,the stranger had left her. She awoke light headed,drained of all energy. She felt hung over,but she had had no alcohol the day before. She struggled to recall where she had seen the man in her dream,then like a bolt out of the sky,she rememebered. The picture in the ancient tome of the man long dead.She had seen the picture just before falling asleep.She knew that she was intrigued by his picture,his dark,sad eyes. But,that she should be so taken with him as to dream about him? But,she eventually accepted that as the explanation.

She had work to do,so she tried to forget the dream,the mysterious stranger and her weakened state to do what she needed to do. The attempt to forget was in vain.

The following night,when she went to bed,she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She dreamed and her dream was as the night before. The dark stranger approached her bed,seemingly coming out of a mist. He undressed her and disrobed himself. She felt that same paralyses,unable to move. She succumbed to the stranger's touch. The stranger made love to her,it was the sweetest and most tender love that she had ever known. He kissed her on the neck and she felt the same pin pricks on her throat.

She awoke,feeling the same light headeness that she felt the morning before. She stumbled to get up to close the curtain,the sun was so bright that it hurt her eyes.

She went about her day,trying to forget the dream,the dark and mysterious stranger. She had finally finished unpacking,arranging her furniture and even set up her studio,with what little energy she had left,and settled down to have a cup of tea.

But,she couldn’t stop thinking about that dream.Who was that dark,romantic and sensuous stranger who came to her in her dreams.before he disrobed,he was wearing old fashioned clothing,perhaps Victorian style clothes (or earlier?). But,she didn’t know who he was. But,he seemed to approach her with familiararity.

It was a long and difficult day. She felt accomplished,but exhausted.

She went to bed,unsure if she wanted the much needed slumber or if she wanted to risk having the dream again,or if she was actually looking forward to another visit from her dream lover.

The longing for slumber won out.

Again,he approached from the surreal mist,disrobed and climbed into bed

He whispered in her ear of eternity and how he had awaited her arrival for so many years.of her and made love,passionately and sweetly.

Then,again as before,she felt the pin pricks at her throat,she moaned in her sleep,arching her back beneath him.

It wasn’t a dream,the stranger was real and he had finally made her his again.

Together,they roam the night forever.