As they turned the corner she shivered with fright and turned back round. Could she really have seen a ghost or was it her imagination playing tricks on her? A cold hand touched her shoulder and a hand full of nettles reached her mouth and she cringed. Her head spun round with confusion and alertness, hoping that this was just a dream that seemed real. How was she in great pain whilst sleeping unless this was real? Oh how she wished that dreaming could never be what people shudder about... nightmares.
Was it a dream when she woke with nettles on her bed.