**Haunted by Nightmares**

Later that night, James lay in bed, his eyes closed, but his mind refused to shut down. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside him since they left the police station. The VHS tape had been a revelation, and he couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden in the past. As he drifted off to sleep, his subconscious took over, and he found himself in a dream. In the dream, Victoria was standing in front of him, wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline that seemed to gleam in the dim light. But as he looked closer, he saw that her eyes were glassy, her skin pale, and her head was dangling to one side. James' heart sank as he realized that Victoria was dead. He felt a surge of panic and reached out to her, holding her limp body in his arms. He closed her eyes, trying to shut out the horror of what he was seeing. But as he looked down at her neck, he saw that it was cut, a slit opened up like a gruesome smile. The blood stained her chest and rack, and James felt a wave of nausea wash over him. But as he looked at her dress, he saw that the black fabric seemed to have absorbed the blood, making it less noticeable. The only thing that stood out was her necklace, stained with her own blood. James felt a sense of despair wash over him as he held Victoria's lifeless body. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, and the dream seemed to be suffocating him. As he held her, James felt a sense of desperation creeping in. He wanted to wake up, to shake off the nightmare, but his body seemed to be frozen in place. He was trapped in the dream, reliving the horror of Victoria's death over and over again. And then, suddenly, James was jolted awake. He sat up in bed, gasping for air, his heart racing with fear. He looked around the dark room, trying to shake off the vivid images that lingered in his mind. But as he looked over at Victoria, who was sleeping peacefully beside him, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. It was just a dream, he told himself. But as he lay back down, he couldn't shake off the feeling that the dream was a warning, a glimpse into a possible future that he couldn't ignore.