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And then, when he got into it, it would absorb him in its
warmth. Just as the funeral home itself would do.
The front door of the funeral home opened easily to let
him in. A brief feeling of wakefulness rattled the dream
making it feel real. But he knew that he still lay in bed with
his wife. He could hear her deep intakes of air. His legs
felt extremely tired though, and he did feel cold. Again,
sleep held him in its grasp. But the realness of the dream
scared him.
The slight fear that began to build carried over into
the dream as he entered the funeral home. The place seemed to
glow with warmth. It felt just as he expected. Now he only
had to get to his bed upstairs.
In an instant, he made it to the top of the stairs, and
began the well-remembered walk to the room with his bed. Soon,
his life would be totally pleasant, he would be lying in his
funeral home bedroom, and be amidst all of its isolated safety.
A sudden shift in the dream brought him to the top of
the funeral home s basement stairs. He had never been allowed
to go down them, and what he might find here sent a rush of
excitement through him. Now he knew why he had been summoned.
The ultimate wish of his childhood stood before him. He only
had to walk down these stairs to break a lifelong fear his
father had instilled in him.
Again, the dream undertook a radical change. He now
stood as a little boy at the top of the same stairs. He stared
up into the eyes of his father who kept mumbling words that he
couldn't quite understand. Occasionally, the word 'monsters'
floated down from the huge mouth of his father, and he shivered
at its mention. He had heard a lot of stories about this old
place in his short life, and hearing more, from his father no
less, scared the hell out of him. Adult thoughts crept back to
him, and he found himself at the bottom of the stairs.
A door stood halfway open. He knew what it had to be,
so he stepped quickly toward it. A slight breeze came through
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pushing his hair back from his face. The door flew open the
rest of the way exposing an office room with an oak desk the
length of a church pew. The desk faced out from a wall of
bricks that looked recently erected.
Seating himself at the desk, he began to look through
the drawers as if to find what had been so long forbidden him.
Something here had great importance, and he now knew that a
ghost hadn't been the real cause of his denied entrance.
He didn't find anything in the drawers, however, and his
eyes lifted to the other articles in the room to look for
clues. From the far reaches of his mind, he realized there was
movement behind him. It crept up from the depths and began to
cascade around him. Ghostly figures flowed from the wall
behind him and surrounded him, blocking his view of the door.
He panicked as the room filled with their hazy malicious
presence. He could feel the hatred flowing from the entities
as an unbearable din of voices filled the room. The
temperature in the room plummeted, and he could feel himself
blacking out from the pain he felt in his ears.
The coldness of the downstairs abruptly woke Marcus. He
now found himself perched in the old easy chair in his living
room. As the sleepiness wore from his mind, he stared out the
window towards the funeral home. The dream had seemed so real
to him. There could be no possible way that it had happened
though. The smell of hotdogs and popcorn faded into obscurity.
Then it struck him that he no longer lay in bed with
Nikki. How had he managed to get downstairs and into this
chair? The idea that he might actually have gone to the
funeral home in his sleep rocked his brain. And then the
figure appeared in his view outside the window. It stood
there, making no movements, but terrifying the living hell out
of him.
Jumping up to shut the curtain, he glanced to his right.
The figure stood outside the front window, too! Terror attacked
his body, and panic followed sending him to every window to
pull the drapes. At the kitchen window...at the bathroom
window..the figure was staring at him through every one! He
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had to get upstairs! The thing couldn't be there...
Racing up the endlessly long stairway, the idea of being
grabbed through the rails forced him against the wall. He
didn't have time to fight off anything that might go for him.
He had to get to Nikki!
Entering his own bedroom, he rushed to their bed to save
her from what had now moved in on their lives. She was gone!
He had lost her already!
A slight gasp echoed through the hall, and he knew he
had made a mistake. They had been in another bedroom that
night.
Another gasp filled his ears, and he feared what he
might see when he finally got to her. He had been tricked.
The thing had sent him into his wild nightmare just to get at
Nikki. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]