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CHAPTER 1
Who wants another beer?
Sloane lifted a reluctant head from the flattened sofa cushion. Surveyed the room,
bleary-eyed, through a curtain of tousled curls.
Better not. Perched atop the wooden windowsill was best friend Alex, cigarette in
one hand, half empty Miller can in the other. Else I'll never drag my butt outta bed for
class tomorrow morning.
Her bare feet rested lightly on the shoulders of her boyfriend Silas, as he slouched
beneath her on the hardwood floor, chewing the inside of his lower lip.
Quick. Someone call Ripleys. A cheeky grin began spreading across his face.
Lex just turned down a brew.
Unamused by the wisecrack, Alex shook her head. You want a beeror not?
Nah. Im good.
Sloanes gaze drifted, then, to the final member of the group. Fellow sociology major
Jamie, who was sprawled across the only armchair with her eyelids squinched tightly
shut.
What a lightweight! Silas feigned a comical snore. Shes totally out of it.
Hey. Reaching over with sock covered toes, Sloane tapped her guest gently on the
arm. This isnt a motel.
Jamie woke abruptly from her slumber and blinked drowsily at her smirking
audience.
Gimme a break. The protest was accompanied by a gigantic yawn. I hardly got
any sleep last night.
Dont tell me you finally hooked up with Mr. lacrosse team? Alexs eyes
brightened. Its about time!
I wish. Jamie hauled herself up onto an elbow and ran a hand through her mouse-
brown hair. No, nothing quite so gossip-worthy. I just kept having this really weird
dream.
Weird as in kinky? Dream as in fantasy? Silas tone was teasing. About bumping
hips with the captain of the Lacrosse team?
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Ha-ha, Jamie picked up the pillow shed been warming and tossed it lazily in his
direction. No, seriously, it was bizarre. I dreamed that I heard a rustling sound, in the
middle of the night. Coming from inside my bedroom closet. So I leapt up to investigate,
slid open the doorand I found my closet was full of babies! Little tiny babies. All lined
up in a row.
That is weird. Sloane interjected.
Right? And they were covered in plastic. Clear plastic, likeSaran Wrap. Bundled
up, real tight, from head to toe.
Her beer, on its coaster, was warm and flat by now, but she gulped down a mouthful
of it anyway. At first, for some reason, I thought they were made out of wax. You know,
kinda like those creepy, old-fashioned dolls. But then one of them started twitching. And
I saw that they were real. Alive.
Jesus.
So of course, I was freaking out. Screaming bloody murder. Trying frantically to
tear this stuff from their faces, one by one, before it was too late.
Were you able to save them?
Well the problem was, every time I managed to release the last kidId look back
along the line and see that theyd all somehow been rewrapped. So Id have to start all
over again. Her eyes dropped, as if she were addressing the varnished floorboards
rather than anyone in the room. It was awful. These babiesthey didnt cry, didnt
struggle, didnt make a single sound. They just stared up at me, wide-eyed, pleading
silently for my help. With these pitiful looks on their little faces.
Maybe you were hungry. Alex chimed in playfully. Maybe those tots wrapped in
plastic represented the packet of sausages, lurking in the back of your refrigerator. And
that pleading look was cause they were begging you,Jamie, please dont eat us.
Please
Three of the four faces in the room were lit by tickled grins.
This aint funny, Alex. The whole thing totally creeped me out. I woke up in a
puddle of my own sweat, with my heart racing. And for the rest of the night, every time I
finally managed to drift offId find myself back in that closet.
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Wonder what it all means. Sloane was sitting upright now, her knees tucked
underneath her chin. Her toes curling and uncurling themselves over the lip of the sofa. I
know, why dont you try looking it up in one of those dream dictionaries?
Dream dictionaries? Jamie shook her head. NahI dont believe in them. Im
sure theyll just say my dream means something completely ridiculous. LikeIm gonna
win the lotto or be married within a week. Personally, I reckon dreams are just a bunch of
random images, floating around our brains, for whatever reason. They dont really mean
a thing.
Youre probably right. Alex extinguished her cigarette in the ceramic ashtray
beside her on the ledge. I mean, you have a dream aboutlets sayan elephant. Books
and journals and therapists might have you believing youve got, I dont know, penis
envy or something. Truth is, you just happened to see an elephant on TV that night while
you were dozing off on the sofa!
Silas stole a swig from his girlfriends beer can and wiped his lips with the corner of
a sleeve. Have you ever been in the middle of a dream, and found yourself wondering
whether you were asleep or awake? Wondering whether everything you see is realor
just a dream?
Of course. Alex nodded along in agreement. Im sure everybody has.
Well, the next time that happenstry to remember one thing.
He raised both arms, stiff elbowed before him. With palms outstretched and fingers
worming through the incense smoke that billowed, streamer-like, across the room.
Hands!
Hands? Jamie repeated the word with a crinkle in her brow.
Yes! Focus on your hands.
What good does that do?
It makes you realize that youre dreaming.
Er, I think youre a little confused, honey. Alex rolled her eyes skyward. Patted her
partner, sarcastic, on the head. Doesnt the saying go, when you suspect you might be
dreamingyoure supposed topinch yourself?
No, Im dead serious. Think about ityou rarely see your own hands in a dream.
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And if you do, you immediately cotton on to the fact that youve wandered into
dreamland, and that normally snaps you out of it. Wakes you up right away. But if you
can concentrate on your hands, really see them, andmanage to stay asleepyou can take
dreaming to a whole new level.
Yeah, Sloane chipped in. I think I remember reading something like that once.
Its called lucid dreaming. Silas pushed the fringe away from his forehead,
unveiling a pair of lively eyes that were apple-green. When youre totally aware that
your dream is just that. A dream.
Whats so special about that? Unimpressed by the notion, Jamie laid her head
down on the armrest once more.
Ohits amazing. Unlike any dream youve ever had before. More lifelike. More
intense. You feel yourself surrendering to the dream completely. And it takes over.
Becomes your world. Its likewatching the most spectacular movie, in 3-D. And the
best part is...you get to play the leading role!
So I take it youve experienced this. Alex was messing with his hair now. Youre
not just blowing smoke?
Yeah, Ive had the pleasure. I mean, its not easy to do, but Ive gotten there a
couple of times.
No wonder youre always muttering in your sleep, Alex giggled. Seriously,
though, it must be pretty awesome to have a dream that vivid. You could do things youd
never be able to do in real life, and not have to worry about the consequences.
Absolutely, Silas agreed with a nod. But dont take my word for ityou have to
give it a go for yourselves. All three of you. Next time you go to sleep.
Speaking of sleep Sloane rose to her feet, and stretched her back with her hands
on her hips.
We can take a hint. Hopping down from her roost, Alex leaned against her
boyfriend for support. Then teetered, on one foot, while she bent over to strap up her
sandals.
They made an interesting couple to look at. Sloane had quipped that her petite friend
would fit quite snugly into Silas top pocket. As they headed for the door, the ladybug
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tattoo peeking over Alexs shirt collar was not much higher than the elbow of her burly
squeeze. His skin was ruddyhers pale. His untamed mass of sandy hair the polar
opposite of her sleek, beetle-black bob. Still, Sloane mused, as she waved to them from
the doorway, they seemed to be as thick as thieves.
Jamie, sluggish to rise, was the last one to leave. Escorted by her host, whod offered
to walk her to her car. They said their goodbyes on a grubby sidewalk, where the insects
scurried aside to avoid the streetlamps glare.
A mischievous wind came tiptoeing down the boulevard, leaving the scads of litter
trembling in its wake. Causing the palm trees to whisper as Jamie climbed into her
Taurus and trundled off into the night.
Back inside Sloanes third floor apartment there was no suggestion of a breeze. She
flung the windows open wider, in the vain hope that it might just come to call. Then
busied herself picking up beer cans and emptying trays full of cigarette ash.
Despite its years, it was a pleasant enough space, with ample closets and ceilings that
were unusually high. The oversized windows allowed sunlight to flood in, and friends
back home had been envious to hear that she could view the Hollywood sign through
them. Low-hanging, vintage light fixtures in all the rooms added to the apartments retro
charm. There were ancient flower boxes on the ledge, and crooked shelves had been put
up where youd least expect to find them.
The building probably dated back to the twenties and Sloane liked to imagine that, in
its heyday, it had been the chic abode of swanky, showbiz types. She wondered if
perhaps, long ago, each floor had been a separate, spacious condo. After all, it was
mainly the outside walls that were made of exposed, russet-colored brick. Some of the
inner walls were fairly flimsy, as though theyd been added much later to section the
building into flats.
Of course now, the neighborhood was a little run-down. The fading glamour of
Hollywood couldnt reach this far. But at least the one-bedroom was affordable and,
knock on wood, relatively cockroach-free.
It was nearly two a.m. now. Sloane stood before the bathroom cabinet mirror and
pulled her raven curls into a loose bun. Although April had barely arrived, she had
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already begun to tan and her skin was an even toned, reddish-brown. Thank Heaven shed
said goodbye to the chill of San Francisco and chosen a school in L.A. Here, the weather
forecast was almost always a welcome one, and summer seemed to last virtually the
whole year long.
Sloane smiled at her reflection, remembering her parents faces when she had first
announced her plans. Both Mom and Dad had grown up in small towns, and for them, the
name Los Angeles conjured images of drugs and violence and warring street gangs. It
had taken a lot of gentle persuasion, a lot of pleading, a lot of promises to be careful, but
once shed talked them round, her folks had done all they could to lend support. Sloanes
Dad, ever practical, had been feeding her college fund since around the time hed bought
her first bike. And though not exactly flush, she was able to concentrate on studying and
pick up temporary jobs only during summer break.
A quick shower, then to bed, dressed in baggy shorts and a faded, yellow tee. Sloane
rolled lazily onto her back, with her lips slightly parted and her fingers crisscrossed above
a gently heaving ribcage.
In the distance, a faint and familiar lullaby, stuttered by the last dregs of traffic on
freeway 101. In the air, the rich odor of jasmine. Almost too rich. Almost sickly. From a
flower bed somewhere below.
And as the moon sent the shadows of unknown things slinking across her window
blinds, Sloanes head began to loll. Her breathing to slow. Her eyelids to gradually droop.
A movie theater.
Cold. Dim. Old-fashioned. With timeworn chairs upholstered in velvet.
With pot-bellied cherubs tooting on their bugles as they pranced across a mural on
the ceiling.
The only sound the whir of a projector, crackling harsh and unsteady in the
background. The only illumination from a blizzard-like fuzz, which swarmed the
featureless screen.
Sloane sat amongst the shadows, in the rearmost row, blinking madly over out-of-
focus eyes. Eyes that struggled to see, to adjust to the feeble light, as they flitted around
the tiers of empty seats.
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Nowait.
There was another moviegoer here. A couple of rows in front.
Tall. Male. Motionless.
His stare, unblinking, was fixed intently on Sloane. His teeth were clamped into an
unnatural sneer.
She managed a polite half-smile, then turned to face the screenhoping this stranger
would do the same. But he continued to gaze at her, with a grin so unwavering that it
reminded her of a gargoyle. Ugly. Unsettling. Chiseled in stone.
Minutes passed. Tiny particles of backlit dust dancing along the narrow projector
beam overhead. Sloane squirming awkwardly in her seat and hearing its prickly fabric
rustle against her skin.
She could almost feel the eyes upon her. Glistening with wetness and mischief.
Swollen eyes. Praying mantis eyes. Protruding so strenuously from their sockets, that
Sloane wondered if they would pop right out of the strange mans skull.
What is this guys problem?
There was a touch of panic in the question, even though it was spoken only in her
mind.
And when is this damned movie ever going to start?
The frigid air hung heavy all around. Making her shudder. Making her flesh creep as
if a goose had waddled over her grave.
Sloane folded her arms. Partly because of the cold and partly because of indignation.
The odd mans insolence had started to annoy her. To grate on her very last nerve.
It was then that the burgundy curtains began to ripple, as though an unfelt wind were
slithering along the walls. And indignant feelings turned into feelings of foreboding.
Foreboding into out-and-out fear.
She glanced at the man. Timidly. From the furthest corners of her eyes. Then about
the room, in search of the comforting glow of a neon exit sign.
She found nothing. No lighted words. No beacon to guide her from this unpleasant
place. In factSloane could not see anything that even resembled a way out.
Where to?
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She scrambled to her feet, desperate to be anywhere but here. To escape from that
smothering gaze. But the man was rising also, ever so slowly, up from his rickety seat.
Each joint in his body creaking noisily as he straightened his spindly limbs.
Until he loomed, tall and gawkish, before her, in a well-pressed suit of midnight
black. With fingers writhing and fidgeting at his sides as if he didnt quite know how to
still them.
And finally came Sloanes horrified realization that the mans trunk appeared to be
pointing forward. That it was his head alone which had swiveled one-eighty on his neck
to face her.
Only then did the notion crawl into her mind, as a tiny shriek escaped from
somewhere deep inside her throat. Could this theater, this man, this awful knot in her
belly, all be part of some hideous dream?
The words Silas had spoken echoed within her, and she began raising clammy palms
toward her face. Craning forward to search for them through steadily widening eyes.
She saw forearms. Saw wrists. Vaguely beneath the fitful smattering of light.
But beyond thatnothing except indistinguishable blur.
Now, without warning, the room became alive with sound. Some sort of movie had
started to play, accompanied by its discordant soundtrack. All trumpets and melodrama
and clang.
Sloane shot a look back at the man, who was fumbling around between the velvet
rows. Feet pointed one way. Smile facing the other. Lurching clumsily, grotesquely,
toward her.
She swallowed hard. Exhaled sharply. Visible breath that swirled, mist-like, just in
front of her mouth. Then lifted her elbows higher. Higher still. Eyeballs bulging into the
gloom.
Until suddenlyhands. Distinct. Crystal. For a single lucid moment they appeared
in perfect focus.
And then, like a helpless puppet being dragged from a toy chest, Sloane was yanked
out of the dream realm and deposited back beneath her bed covers.
She struggled upright, blinking herself awake. Peered at her spread open fingers,
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which were lit by the early morning sunlight that filtered through the plastic blinds.
A shake of the head. A deep breath, held for a second before she expelled it. Sloane
allowed her shoulders to flop back against the pillow once more.
And laughed aloud.
CHAPTER 2
Sloane dumped her heavy book-bag just inside the front door and hung her keys on
the coat peg beside it. She kicked off her sneakers before heading for the fridge to fetch
herself something to drink.
Then on to the computer desk, which basked in the noonday sun as it shone through
the living room window. The sky was cloudless, brilliant, though a light breath of wind
kept the day from becoming too hot. It was the kind of afternoon that begged to be spent
out of doors.
If only
Nestling in her scruffy swivel chair, Sloane switched on the modem, sipping soda as
she waited for it to start up. She sighed loudly, as she braced herself for the tedium of
writing essays and deciphering scribbled lecture notes.
Hours passed, while Sloane hunched over the keyboard with a ring binder in her lap.
Till eventually she slouched back against the seat and massaged the nape of her neck.
Time for a break. She stood, stretching her arms out straight, with her fingers
intertwined. Then, on an impulse, she sat back down and re-opened the web browser.
And in the toolbar at the top, she typed the words that had been skulking into her mind all
day.
Lucid dreaming.
The search results numbered in the thousands, and were a good deal more interesting
than her dull study about population growth.
Apparently, quite a lot of research had been done on the subject, by everyone from
psychiatrists to paranormal investigators.
There were reports by UFO buffs who theorized about a link between vivid dreams
and alien abductions. Painting their grotesque pictures of otherworldly beings who would
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creep in during the night, to prey on unsuspecting wretches while they were sleeping
blissfully in their beds.
Even ancient Tibetan monks had, centuries ago, explored the realms of conscious
dreaming.
Sloane was riveted by now. Leaning attentively toward the screen, she read webpage
after webpage about dreams that appeared somehowamplified. That seared themselves
into the memory.
At first, she ignored the sound, annoying though it was, as it echoed along the
corridor outside. But it only grew stronger, shredding her concentration with a cruel and
incessant malevolence.
A rapping sound. Rhythmical. Like a cursed little hammer, striking at her eardrums
and resounding throughout her skull.
Until finally, she rose and marched over to the front door to fling it open wide. She
craned around its wooden frame and peered down to the end of the hallway.
A solitary pigeon, somewhat disheveled. Feathers gray as grime. It teetered on the
hallway window ledge, head cocked, pecking savagely at the outer surface of the pane.
Sloane scrunched her brow. Wondered why he was doing so. Wondered how he was
doing it so loud.
Dentist drill loud.
She took a step, from the brown, hardwood floor of her living room to the blue, wire-
haired carpet of the corridor beyond, shielding her eyes against the rampant sun that
flooded in from outside.
Then she stood, perplexed, in her bare feet, before treading a few paces further along
the hallway.
Hesitant steps. Half-hearted. Steps that soon came to a sudden halt.
Another bird, more mangy than the first, had come to join this strange percussion.
This spectacle of flapping wings and glaring amber eyes.
Sloanes curiosity was beginning to desert her. Was being replaced by a horrid sense
of unease. As a third pigeona fourtha fifthdescended on the sill.
And, before she knew it, a whole army of these unkempt creatures had gathered
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Clinging to the evanescent dreamscape which hung, fragile, like a cobweb before her.
Dont break the spell.
Sloane placed her pulsing fingertips gently against the wall and skimmed them
lightly across the uneven plaster. Tracing each lump and groove and imperfection in the
paint, which had abruptly become a more radiant shade of blue.
And then, with baby steps, one foot in front of the other, she began toddling gingerly
down the corridor. Feeling her way, so as not to lose sight of that all-important hand.
Dont let it slip away.
Reaching the end of the passageway, she crossed the sun-patched carpet in a single,
tentative stride. Then she started back along the opposite wall, her palm pressed flat
against it, her face barely six inches from her knuckles.
Dont let me wake.
By the time she drew level with her front door again, Sloanes hand appeared to have
taken on an aura of its own. Translucent white. Phantom-like.
Mesmerized, she gawked at it, watching the veins throb underneath her skin. Hearing
the swish of flesh against plaster as her hand grazed the slick gloss paint.
A new game nowher forefinger had strayed aimlessly into a shallow gouge in the
cement, and she was scratching, in slow motion, up and down its powdery surface.
Fascinated by an act that in the waking world would have seemed rather mundane.
To her astonishment, the plaster began to crumble easily beneath her touch.
Sloane continued to scrape away at it, each stroke more vigorous than the last. Small
grains of the chalky debris lodging themselves deep under her fingernail.
Until a tiny hole started to emerge, scarcely big enough for the tip of a finger. An
inquisitive finger that burrowed inward, loosening a few more chunks and sending them
noiselessly to the carpet, amid a miniscule puff of dust.
So possessed now by the dream, Sloane finally dared to let her gaze drift away from
her hand. And with one eye snapped shut, the other eye gaping, she pushed her nose up
against the wall and peeked around the jagged edges of the newly punctured hole.
She giggled, feeling like a mischievous child, playing peek-a-boo between her
fingers, as she found herself squinting into the front room of her middle-aged neighbor,
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Mr. Phillips, who lived across the hall.
The place was decorated much as Sloane would have pictured it, in a rather dowdy
and tasteless manner. No piece of furniture seemed to fit properly with anotherthe
gaudily patterned sofa clashing horribly with the well-worn rug beside it. The chintzy
figurines looking completely out of place next to the Asian-style lamp they shared a
coffee table with.
In fact, she could see only one item that wasnt brazenly garish in either color or
design. The door, in the furthest corner of the room, was a dull and understated white.
Sloane nudged free another fragment from the lip of her spy hole, blinking to flush
the dust that followed it out of her eyes.
Just in time to watch the plain, white door begin to tiptoe gradually open.
As Phillips entered the main room, Sloane stifled a snigger with the back of her
hand, hoping he wouldnt catch sight of the ragged hole, or the busybody peeping into it.
A thick, cotton apron covered his ill-fitting slacks and a shirt with the sleeves rolled
up beyond the elbows. He loitered there, just in front of the doorway, wiping a sweaty
palm across his hip. Muttering to himself, a mile a minute, words Sloane couldnt quite
seem to make out.
On second glance, she noticed his odd appearance. Eyes glistening wet. Cheeks
flushed scarlet on either side of a set of firmly clenched teeth. His glasses, normally so
tidily positioned, perched crooked on the end of his nose.
It was then that she spotted it. Smeared about his middle. An ugly, misshapen
splotch. A stain that must have been left behind by some sort of crimson fluid.
Blood?
The smile left her mouth immediately.
Mr. Phillips moistened a thumb pad against the very tip of his tongue. He used it to
rub benignly at the red mess across his front. He took a step forward. Another. Inspecting
his fingernails as he trod.
But as he edged further away from the yawning doorframe, Sloanes eyes chose not
to follow. They were drawn, instead, by a sudden stirring in the shadowed room behind
her neighbor.
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If she tilted her head, at just the right angle, she could see into the dreary chamber.
Could make out the windowless walls. The unadorned floor.
The denizen within.
A female. Young. In her teens, perhaps. Kneeling naked on the tile. Her arms
stretching heavenward, like the stems of a scrawny weed that was desperate to reach the
light of the sun. Her wrists held fast by a large-link chain that dangled from the ceiling.
There were bruises, vivid purple, that appeared to cover almost every inch of her
haggard frame. There were jagged wounds blemishing her legs, her belly, the ribs that
could be counted, one by one, as they jutted through her pallid flesh.
And there was blood. So very much of it. Some clotted amid the tangled thatch on
her scalp. Some dribbling over the strips of duct tape that smothered her lips and eyes.
Even her nostrils were oozing it, as they struggled to draw breath. As her miserable
body drooped there, chin slumped against an unclothed chest.
She was barely moving, barely hanging on. A fragile, wretched thing. A decrepit
Barbie doll some kid brother had borrowed, and played with far too roughly. Returning it
to the toy box, filthy and bedraggled. Missing handfuls of its once pretty hair.
Sloane stood reeling in the hallway, a forearm pressed against the wall the only thing
preventing her from keeling, horrified, to the ground. A stream of tepid tears began
slithering over her cheeks and leaving glistening slug trails down the length of her throat.
When at last her blurry gaze shifted back to her neighbor, Sloane felt her heart lurch
into her mouth. He was staring, face contorted in a sullen scowl, at the hole in his living
room wall.
Hesitantly, he started toward it, head tilted, at a shuffling, uneven pace. His eyes
blinking. Questioning. Disbelieving this new development. This puncture in the
boundaries of his clandestine lair.
Sloane was frozen rigid, on dead legs that refused to budge. The scream she longed
to give life to never amounting to much more than a gurgle in the depths of her throat.
Mr. Phillips was mumbling again, though he could hardly be heard, for the gaggle of
pigeons had returned. They filled the air with noise and chaos, as they clamored to peer
through the glass windowpane at the end of the corridor.
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Run.
They seemed to say, with their shrill and frenetic squawking.
Hide
But Sloane was paralyzed in her dream state. Her limbs unresponsive. Her feet
fastened to the carpeted floor.
Her breath was coming in throttled gasps now as Phillips drew nearer. Nearer still
A single glob of sweat crept along her hairline and down to her stiffly clenched jaw,
where it lingered on the edge of her chin for a second, before splashing silently onto the
front of her shirt.
Then, Mr. Phillips halted. Only a yard or so from where she stood.
Who is that?
He had caught sight of the eye that was fixated on him, as it wept profusely beyond
the wall.
What do you want?
His voice, crescendo. A screeching kettle, coming to a boil.
Get away from here!
The words exploded from him in a burst of anguish and venom and spit.
And then he sprung, suddenly, violently, toward the hole, slamming an outstretched
palm against the crumbling cement that surrounded it.
Bang.
Sloanes head catapulted forward on her neck. A rasping gust of air saturated her
lungs. The pulse thudded hard and brisk in her veins as she hauled herself upright in her
seat.
She was once again in front of her computer. The screen was still showing the results
of her web search as it cast its crass reflection against the cooling windowpane.
Her eyes darted hurriedly about the room, seeking solace in the familiar things that
surrounded her. The place was bathed in twilight, the sun having vanished, leaving only a
stain, bubblegum pink, across the sky.
It took both hands on the edge of the desk to steady her, as she rose, weak-kneed,
from her chair. Then tiptoed, in her naked feet, over the wooden floorboards.
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Arriving at the front door, she pinned her clammy palms up against it and squinted
into the peephole.
For a while she lurked there, peering through the tiny glass bubble. Trying to
convince herself that nothing frightful awaited her, on the other side of the door. Trying
to convince her fingers to stop shaking as they gripped the handle and unfastened the
lock.
The hallway was deserted. Noiseless. Everythingordinary. Everything in its place.
Sloane crept uneasily across the carpet, toward the facing wall, where the paint had
returned to its original and most dismal shade of blue. She swept a clumsy paw over it,
searching through narrowed eyes for a gash in the textured surface.
She found nothing, except a few superficial dents to mar the aging plaster.
Just a dream.
Sloane blew forcefully through rounded lips.
Just a stupid dream.
The sky had dimmed to a gloomy gray by now, as she turned to face the window at
the end of the hallway. The ledge was uninhabited, with no evidence to suggest that it had
ever been anything but.
And thenfootfalls.
In the stairwell behind her. Sloane whipped around with a start. Saw a man climbing
steadily up to the third floor.
His clothes might not have been fashionable, might not have been top-of-the-line,
but painstaking care had been taken to ensure that there was barely a wrinkle or speck of
dirt on them.
He was five nine or so, and fairly lean save a hint of thickening around the gut. There
were lines crisscrossing his forehead, from years spent in a place where the sun rarely
forgot to shine.
His hair, the color of charcoal, thinning somewhat on top. His eyes a watery blue.
His overbite, though subtle, just noticeable between a pair of slightly parted lips.
He had reached the top step now, a plastic grocery bag clutched in either hand.
Hello, Sloane.
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HiMr. Phillips. Though it pained her to do so, Sloane ordered her mouth to form
the semblance of a smile.
Can I help you with something? His tone was pleasant. Sugary. Candy and kittens
sweet. You look a little lost.
Ohno. Im fine. I justI thought there was somebody at my door.
Well, it doesnt look as if theres anyone out here. Only you and me and the crane
flies. Ehneighbor?
Apparently. She attempted to join him in a chuckle, but the sound that came out of
her was phony and short-lived.
Alright, then. You have yourself a nice evening. He had placed his shopping on the
floor and was rummaging in his pants pocket for a key.
Sloane threw her front door open and lunged inside, banging it shut behind her. Made
certain every lock, bolt and chain was ever so securely fastened. And didnt venture out
again for the rest of the night.
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