Sickness
Zachary forgot everything else after sinking into slumberland. Weird and messy visions coursed through his consciousness as he turned and tossed under the covers. Then, his mind seemed to gain clarity, and he dreamt about the ghostly phantom he'd chanced upon just after his rebirth.
The man-shaped apparition slowly and steadily grew more vivid within his mind's eye. It was just as he remembered, with a prominent silvery ragged line across its neck and charcoal black skin. Its tattered regal attire and the crown of leaves and grass on its head matched well with its bottomless soulless eyes to bring out a creepy savageness from within its hazy form.
"Eh! What the hell!"