Black Angel

I'd like to say that I slept like a baby but I didn't. My dreams were tortured by the haunting sound of an infant crying. I searched everywhere that I could in the dream but I couldn't find her. I knew she was a girl. I don't know how I knew it, instincts I guess. One minute her crying was close to me, the next it was miles away, just a whisper of distress on an icy wind which whistled through the derelict structure. It had been a hotel once. It was built to mimic a castle, with towers and ...