Am I crazy, Doc?

[im_a_librarian]

Dawn double-checked the piece of paper and confirmed the address.   Even by Greenwich Village standards, the building was an art deco nightmare come to life.  But this was the place.  The address had been given to her by Sophia Strange following the demon invasion, along with an offer to help sort out whatever she might be dealing with.

Dawn had put off going, for a variety of reasons, some of them life related, some of them fear related.  Whatever was going on with her wasn't going away, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.  Dreams nearly every night, instincts at war with each other, and, perhaps worst of all, the strangest feeling of impending dread whenever she looked at certain people, as though something terrible was going to happen to them.

Considering what had happened, she probably wasn't insane.  Which, in its way, was a good thing.  On the other hand, it meant that whatever was happening to her was far more real and probably far more terrible.

Either option was far from good.

She used the ominous door knocker to knock and hoped she knew what she was getting herself into.