Try to leave the faculty office

You are not comfortable with the way the professor is staring at you. His eyes search your face, like he's sizing you up for something. You've only seen him serious like this once before, and that was when he found that a student was cheating on one of his exams. He had given the poor kid such a harsh glare that he nearly broke down and cried. And now he's doing the same to you, except his eyes are much more sinister.

You are suddenly aware that you are alone with him in the faculty offices and you've been skipping out your self-defense classes. It's so quiet that the only sounds are the ticking of the clock and your breathing. You start to feel very ****, and quickly gather up your things around you.

"Sorry, Professor Talhousie. I work at the bank on the other side of town, so I need to rush!" You turn towards the door, trying to escape as fast as you can without looking afraid.

Talhousie stares at you, seemingly unsure whether to speak or not. He watches you like a hawk and you almost make it to the door when he calls out to you.

"Sharpe, wait."

You freeze in terror. Every fiber screams for you to run away, but months of working with the professor have created a muscle-memory in your body that practically commands you to obey. With your back facing him, you hear him rattle out of his chair and stride toward you.

Thump thump thump did his shoes always sound that heavy? You ask yourself fearfully.

When he rests a hand on your shoulder, you immediately gasp. His hands are so cold, as if he had soaked his hands in a pail of icewater and then dried them with a frozen towel. You are powerless to resist as Professor Talhousie spins you around to face him. You don’t look up, afraid to look into his eyes, and keep your gaze locked on his chest. It’s all quiet in the room, with him staring down at you and you trying to stare away, with all the tension glistening like razor-thin piano wire. But the professor is relentless, he refuses to speak, only glare at you, until you finally acknowledge him and look up.

To your surprise, Professor Talhousie is looking at you with genuine concern. “If you ever have those…dreams, again, find me.”

He presses a small business card in your hand. It is white and plain, with only a few words printed on the front:

                      SILVER TWILIGHT LODGE
                      113 FRENCH HILL STREET

You stare up at him for a moment, confused at the change in his mood. All the menacing feelings you felt a moment ago are now gone. He’s come back to his normal, albeit gruff self and you feel incredibly relieved. You mutter out a reply about seeing him tomorrow and summarily leave the confines of the office.