Mountain cottage

Moved into a cottage on the mountain. My back yard was a tree line. The moon lit everything so beautifully well, it hardly seemed like night at all. I began having recurring dreams. It was the same dream every single time. In my dream I would see myself laying asleep in my bed and then It switched from third person view to first person view. In the dream, I awoke to a whispering female voice. The thirst hit me. In the dream it was unbearable. I would climb out of bed , open the French doors, and head to the kitchen sink to get a glass of water. As I neared the sink, the voice would get louder and louder but I still couldn’t make it out. It was as if it were a foreign language but not one that I had heard before nor since.

Then, standing in my kitchen and looking out the window right above the sink to the tree line in my back yard well lit by the moons light, the voice suddenly became clear. She said “the devil is in the woods”. At this point a shadow darted quickly behind the tree line. I would then wake up from my dream , standing in my kitchen in the exact spot that I was in the dream. This happened almost every week for the entire duration of time that I lived in that house. It also always happened close to or right at 3 A.M.