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explained. “She raised my brother and I Catholic. Our dad wasn’t around. The church meant a lot to her.”
“But not to you?” she asked.
Sonofabitch, she’s good, he thought. She could pick up on what his choice of words implied with a quick ease. He settled for opening up more—or did he actually want to open up more?
“It did at one point,” he said. “But my mom developed early onset Alzheimer's. I watched her mind slowly fade. She become a totally different person. Towards the end, she had a good day; she remembered me. She thought I was still ten, but she knew it was me. She gave me the crucifix that she had worn every single day as long as I could remember. And she told me to always keep it with me.”
Mitchell smiled warmly. “I see,” she said softly.
“How about you?” Evans asked. “You’ve never brought up religion in our sessions.”
Her warmth faded as her eye sank back to her unfinished chili. “My religion is catching bad guys.”
***
Blackness surrounded her. She felt cold. Her hands reached out feeling along the metallic floor until she felt a wall. Stephanie slowly raised herself up. She stood, feeling the cold air around her. The place was pitch black. No matter where she focused her eyes, she could see nothing. Dread and panic threatened to take over her body.
A bright flash of light stunned her. She cowered against the wall. The light flashed again. She tried to look around, but the sudden intensity of the light made it nearly impossible to see anything. Her eyes couldn’t quite adjust quickly enough. The light flashed again, and this time she could at least determine that it came from overhead somewhere.
A loud boom caused a scream to involuntarily leap from her throat. It was followed by metallic creaking. Then, another flash.
As the darkness returned, Stephanie spoke: “Hello?”
Another flash.
“Is there anyone there?”
She slowly moved forward, keeping her left hand on the metal wall next to her as her guide since the flashing was too disorienting. She kept moving forward without any sense that the wall changed, curved, or bent in any direction. How big was this room? Where exactly was she? But at least she seemed to slowly manage to get away from the source of the flashing so that with each subsequent flash, the intensity of the light was diminished by distance. She was starting to be able to see a little better. But the metal walls and floor were themselves black, so only the occasional seam made them noticeable at all.
She moved further, keeping her eyes focused on where she last saw a seam in the wall up ahead. When the next flash came, something stood before her! She registered the big black eyes in that brief second. She screamed! But as she did, she felt the clammy cold fingers of another being wrap themselves around her arms. There was another one behind her! She pulled with all her might against those hands, screaming. The being before her stood perfectly still, staring at her with those black eyes. She fought. But suddenly she felt her whole body go limp. It was as if they’d thrown a switch and she was no longer in control. Her heart raced. The being before her reached out to her. She wanted so desperately to scream, to fight, to run.
***
Stephanie jerked suddenly, waking herself at last. Cold sweat covered her body and face. She was in her own room, and her own bed. She looked around the room. The window was shut in spite of the heat. A fan ran in the corner and her alarm clock read 3:02 AM. As her mind reoriented itself, she recalled going to bed. It was a dream, right? Just a dream.
She swallowed, noticing how dry her throat felt. There was nothing to it, she needed a drink. She would much rather have stayed in bed and done all she could to go back to sleep. But now that she was aware of her thirst, it nagged at her. She tried swallowing saliva to see if she could get just enough moisture in her throat to make it bearable, but it
“But not to you?” she asked.
Sonofabitch, she’s good, he thought. She could pick up on what his choice of words implied with a quick ease. He settled for opening up more—or did he actually want to open up more?
“It did at one point,” he said. “But my mom developed early onset Alzheimer's. I watched her mind slowly fade. She become a totally different person. Towards the end, she had a good day; she remembered me. She thought I was still ten, but she knew it was me. She gave me the crucifix that she had worn every single day as long as I could remember. And she told me to always keep it with me.”
Mitchell smiled warmly. “I see,” she said softly.
“How about you?” Evans asked. “You’ve never brought up religion in our sessions.”
Her warmth faded as her eye sank back to her unfinished chili. “My religion is catching bad guys.”
***
Blackness surrounded her. She felt cold. Her hands reached out feeling along the metallic floor until she felt a wall. Stephanie slowly raised herself up. She stood, feeling the cold air around her. The place was pitch black. No matter where she focused her eyes, she could see nothing. Dread and panic threatened to take over her body.
A bright flash of light stunned her. She cowered against the wall. The light flashed again. She tried to look around, but the sudden intensity of the light made it nearly impossible to see anything. Her eyes couldn’t quite adjust quickly enough. The light flashed again, and this time she could at least determine that it came from overhead somewhere.
A loud boom caused a scream to involuntarily leap from her throat. It was followed by metallic creaking. Then, another flash.
As the darkness returned, Stephanie spoke: “Hello?”
Another flash.
“Is there anyone there?”
She slowly moved forward, keeping her left hand on the metal wall next to her as her guide since the flashing was too disorienting. She kept moving forward without any sense that the wall changed, curved, or bent in any direction. How big was this room? Where exactly was she? But at least she seemed to slowly manage to get away from the source of the flashing so that with each subsequent flash, the intensity of the light was diminished by distance. She was starting to be able to see a little better. But the metal walls and floor were themselves black, so only the occasional seam made them noticeable at all.
She moved further, keeping her eyes focused on where she last saw a seam in the wall up ahead. When the next flash came, something stood before her! She registered the big black eyes in that brief second. She screamed! But as she did, she felt the clammy cold fingers of another being wrap themselves around her arms. There was another one behind her! She pulled with all her might against those hands, screaming. The being before her stood perfectly still, staring at her with those black eyes. She fought. But suddenly she felt her whole body go limp. It was as if they’d thrown a switch and she was no longer in control. Her heart raced. The being before her reached out to her. She wanted so desperately to scream, to fight, to run.
***
Stephanie jerked suddenly, waking herself at last. Cold sweat covered her body and face. She was in her own room, and her own bed. She looked around the room. The window was shut in spite of the heat. A fan ran in the corner and her alarm clock read 3:02 AM. As her mind reoriented itself, she recalled going to bed. It was a dream, right? Just a dream.
She swallowed, noticing how dry her throat felt. There was nothing to it, she needed a drink. She would much rather have stayed in bed and done all she could to go back to sleep. But now that she was aware of her thirst, it nagged at her. She tried swallowing saliva to see if she could get just enough moisture in her throat to make it bearable, but it
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