I had a strange dream last night

I had a strange dream last night.

A mother whose child had been murdered came to see me. She was convinced the body of her dead child was not actually her daughter, despite the medical examiner's report. I agreed to investigate.

I was watching an old TV in the book warehouse I work in. A woman wearing a veil had a stack of old paperbacks and was reading the covers like they were tarot cards. Women kept coming into the room telling me about their dead children.

Then I was in the woods, standing over a little girl's corpse. A gremlin-thing came out of the woods and told me it was okay. Every time a child "dies" it is the body of a doppelganger that is left behind. The children are taken to the fairy realm.

Then the gremlin-thing was a girl I knew from school, who had died of leukemia when we were in the first grade. She said, "we stay young forever here. Don't you wish you had died too."

I said no.

"Too bad, Bobby, because you did."

Then I woke up.

I have to admit, it shook me a bit, but I see a lot of potential for a story in there somewhere.