stranger still
You wake up with a start, sitting slumped over your desk. You have just had a disturbing dream, the details of which elude you.
The only thing you know beyond a shadow of a doubt, is that your brother is dead.
In your left hand you clutch a pencil. This strikes you as strange; you are right handed.
Stranger still is the paper your hand is resting on. An address is written down, and from the position of the pencil, you can only surmise that you were the one to write it.
And then there is the drawing…