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Opening: She moaned softly as she slept. Her hands clenched and unclenched, clenched and unclenched at her sides. Her head turned away from the shaft of early morning light coming through the bedroom window, desperately trying to hide her face. Her legs pumped lazily, kicking the covers into a tangle, off her and the man sleeping next to her. She was dreaming the shadow-dream that had been recurring for years: a nightmare of lights and strange shapes, of chase and strange terrors.
She was a young girl again, playing in a meadow bordered all around by a pine-forest; her mother was somewhere nearby. But something she didn't understand was terribly wrong.
Her head began to roll from side to side; sweat beaded on her forehead and above her lip. Her hands began to work faster.
She was confused and frightened. The little girl knew they were after her. And she could feel them coming closer.
With a piercing scream, she grasped at a young tree, digging her nails in its smooth trunk as if its young roots could keep her from....
She bolted upright in bed, wide awake, staring at Jim next to her, who was howling in pain.
"Damn, Kate! What the hell are you doing?" |
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