Four in the morning, a nightmare unleashes. Frightened, Tom must record the dream. He reaches for the notebook. It’s gone! Anxiety escalates. It’s happening again. He left his journal in the basement for the sixth night in a row! Panicked, he leaps to his feet plummeting headfirst into the nightstand. Blood splatters, weightlessness consumes, he stares at his body lying by the bedside. Terrorized, he is dragged into the darkness screaming. No one can hear his cries. Tonight the ultimate price is paid. An author never sleeps without a pen or journal near. The Grim Reaper collects once more.
Friday evening Sally was home alone dancing to the tune of her favorite Beatle’s album, preparing for the auctions. She