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Chapter
14
J ane let out a shriek. She dropped the mirror.
The voice in her head shrieked back. Shrieked with laughter.
Jane staggered toward the bed. The roses and vines embroidered on her coverlet looked so inviting. She just wanted to lie down. Sleep.
And when she woke up, she would realize this was all a dream.
Jane took another step toward the bed. She couldnât make it. Her legs were trembling too hard. She sank to her knees in the middle of the room.
I have lost my mind, she thought.
No, you havenât, answered the voice in her head.
âYes, I have!â Jane cried.
No. You. Have. Not!
The voice was harsh. And somehow strangely familiar.
There is something inside me. I have been possessed, Jane realized. A shudder raced through her body.
Thatâs right, Jane. Iâm in control now, the voice replied. You are powerless.
Iâve heard that voice before, Jane thought. But where?
If only she could remember, maybe it would help her decide what to do. How to fight it.
Jane sat perfectly still. She waited for the voice to speak again.
Silence.
Was it gone?
Who knows how such things happen, Jane thought. Maybe spirits from the other world pass by quickly, like dark clouds overhead. Maybe encounters with them were brief nightmares to be endured, and then one could go on as before.
Jane pushed herself to her feet and shuffled over to the bed. She sat down and stared at the floor.
Was it gone? Was it truly gone?
For a moment, she felt hopeful.
Then her body began to vibrate.
She could feel something big and powerful gathering force within her.
Heat rushed through her body. Beads of sweat popped out on Janeâs forehead.
The bed began to tremble beneath her.
Jane uttered a low, deep moan.
And the bed itself began to lift into the air.
Then it spun.
Faster and faster.
Jane threw herself facedown on top of the coverlet. She grabbed the edge of the mattress with both hands. She held on so tightly her fingers began to cramp.
Wham!
The bed banged back down onto the floor.
Jane let out a long, shuddering breath. She lay with her cheek pressed against the coverlet. She was too stunned to move.
This is it, she thought. This is the danger Thomas warned me about in my dream.
Jane felt something move under her cheek. Was the bed going to start spinning again?
She jerked her head up. And saw the vines on her coverlet begin to wriggle like snakes.
They rose up, wrapping around her. She felt their thorns cut her.
The vines lifted Jane into the airâand threw her.
She hit the wall face first. She felt her teeth rip through the soft flesh in the side of her mouth.
Jane slid back down onto the bed. She tasted blood. She spat.
âPlease,â she sobbed. âPlease leave me alone!â
She felt a hand caress her cheek.
She turned her head to get away from the invisible handâs clammy touch.
But no matter which way she turned, the clammyhand followed her. Gently smoothing her face, her hair.
The voice in her head began to speak.
You can never get away from me. Do you hear me? So donât even try. Because it makes me angry!
The voice screamed the last word.
Jane tensed, waiting for the next attack.
It didnât come.
She lay still, trying to regain her strength.
A bubbling and crackling sound made her raise her head.
What is happening? What could possibly be happening now, Jane thought.
The walls seemed to be melting.
Paintings, paint, and plasterâall turned into a steaming brown liquid that dripped onto the floor.
The brown liquid flowed into the center of the room. Where it rose in a wave.
The wave rose higher, higher.
Then it crashed down on Jane, scalding her skin.
She writhed in agony.
Please! Please, stop, Jane begged. Why are you doing this? What have I done to deserve this?
Jane could smell her own flesh burning. Her skin peeled away from the bone in long strips.
If only I were dead, she thought.
She squeezed her eyes shut. She
Chapter
14
J ane let out a shriek. She dropped the mirror.
The voice in her head shrieked back. Shrieked with laughter.
Jane staggered toward the bed. The roses and vines embroidered on her coverlet looked so inviting. She just wanted to lie down. Sleep.
And when she woke up, she would realize this was all a dream.
Jane took another step toward the bed. She couldnât make it. Her legs were trembling too hard. She sank to her knees in the middle of the room.
I have lost my mind, she thought.
No, you havenât, answered the voice in her head.
âYes, I have!â Jane cried.
No. You. Have. Not!
The voice was harsh. And somehow strangely familiar.
There is something inside me. I have been possessed, Jane realized. A shudder raced through her body.
Thatâs right, Jane. Iâm in control now, the voice replied. You are powerless.
Iâve heard that voice before, Jane thought. But where?
If only she could remember, maybe it would help her decide what to do. How to fight it.
Jane sat perfectly still. She waited for the voice to speak again.
Silence.
Was it gone?
Who knows how such things happen, Jane thought. Maybe spirits from the other world pass by quickly, like dark clouds overhead. Maybe encounters with them were brief nightmares to be endured, and then one could go on as before.
Jane pushed herself to her feet and shuffled over to the bed. She sat down and stared at the floor.
Was it gone? Was it truly gone?
For a moment, she felt hopeful.
Then her body began to vibrate.
She could feel something big and powerful gathering force within her.
Heat rushed through her body. Beads of sweat popped out on Janeâs forehead.
The bed began to tremble beneath her.
Jane uttered a low, deep moan.
And the bed itself began to lift into the air.
Then it spun.
Faster and faster.
Jane threw herself facedown on top of the coverlet. She grabbed the edge of the mattress with both hands. She held on so tightly her fingers began to cramp.
Wham!
The bed banged back down onto the floor.
Jane let out a long, shuddering breath. She lay with her cheek pressed against the coverlet. She was too stunned to move.
This is it, she thought. This is the danger Thomas warned me about in my dream.
Jane felt something move under her cheek. Was the bed going to start spinning again?
She jerked her head up. And saw the vines on her coverlet begin to wriggle like snakes.
They rose up, wrapping around her. She felt their thorns cut her.
The vines lifted Jane into the airâand threw her.
She hit the wall face first. She felt her teeth rip through the soft flesh in the side of her mouth.
Jane slid back down onto the bed. She tasted blood. She spat.
âPlease,â she sobbed. âPlease leave me alone!â
She felt a hand caress her cheek.
She turned her head to get away from the invisible handâs clammy touch.
But no matter which way she turned, the clammyhand followed her. Gently smoothing her face, her hair.
The voice in her head began to speak.
You can never get away from me. Do you hear me? So donât even try. Because it makes me angry!
The voice screamed the last word.
Jane tensed, waiting for the next attack.
It didnât come.
She lay still, trying to regain her strength.
A bubbling and crackling sound made her raise her head.
What is happening? What could possibly be happening now, Jane thought.
The walls seemed to be melting.
Paintings, paint, and plasterâall turned into a steaming brown liquid that dripped onto the floor.
The brown liquid flowed into the center of the room. Where it rose in a wave.
The wave rose higher, higher.
Then it crashed down on Jane, scalding her skin.
She writhed in agony.
Please! Please, stop, Jane begged. Why are you doing this? What have I done to deserve this?
Jane could smell her own flesh burning. Her skin peeled away from the bone in long strips.
If only I were dead, she thought.
She squeezed her eyes shut. She
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