Friday, January 6, 2017


Amanda had a restless night at the Inn. First, she had trouble sleeping because she couldn't stop thinking about what happened. She remembered Trisha's demeanor when the men came out of the car.

Trisha at one time freaked when she saw a tiny, harmless, house spider. She readily panicked when she had forgotten her pencils, once. She was hesitant to speak with a receptionist at the hotel, and she had Amanda order the train tickets, just in case she would have to make a phone call to check prices.

 Amanda never saw her with that kind of confidence, until that day.

The men were after a key or some weapon. While it's true that there were crazies out there, usually it has to do with some psychopath's undying love or hatred for a famous person. She certainly fell under the category of famous, but they thought she had something important.

Then there were the images that flashed through her mind. It was more like scenes from another person's life. It first started with the rock that flew by her head. She saw it come at her and almost ducked, but then she realized that it was just in her mind. All of the scenes were that realistic. She had a difficult time trying to keep a grip on reality. None of them made any sense.

She finally fell asleep. Her dreams, however,  were just as troubling. She dreamed again of that night on the road. She dreamed of the disembodied voice, again, telling her to take off her clothes.

Then she dreamed of overlooking the lake.  She was naked, except for her pendant, holding a box that looked like a larger version of Todd's test material.
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