Chapter 1:
My name is Jennifer. I was 16 at the time I became the second survivor in a deadly string of serial killings off the coast of Norway, in a mansion previously owned by the Barrows family. This is my story.
The images came flooding back to me as I lay on the couch in Professor Barton's office, his hypnosis methods bringing up graphic visualizations of the Clock Tower murders. He wanted to know all I could remember about the slayings. My guardian and friend, Helen Matthews, who also worked for Professor Barton, urged him to stop because I wasn't ready to remember what had happened... not yet. I was in shock for good reason, and I involuntarily forgot what had gone on that night.
"Professor Barton!" She called out. "You musn't hypnotize her like this. She isn't ready to remember the murders yet." At the sound of Helen's voice, I came to and shook my head. "Helen?" I said at last, confused and bewildered.
"It's ok Jennifer. You're safe." Helen had said to me. Professor Barton picked up his clipboard and pen, jotted a few things down mindlessly and turned towards Helen. "The Clock Tower murders are fascinating research material for me, Helen. I must know the truth of what happened." He said.
"Helen interrupted Professor Barton. "But Professor, she can't take any more of this today. I'm taking her home." Professor Barton sneared. "Just remember one thing, Ms. Matthews. You may be her guardian, but you have obligations as my assistant."
Helen coldly replied, "Yes.. Professor." and helped me up from my lying position on the couch. Samuel Barton was a stubborn man who always seemed to know just what he wanted out of a patient, and I was no exception. Helen and I walked out of the office, said goodbye to a few of the office workers still at their stations, and left for home.
My name is Jennifer. I was 16 at the time I became the second survivor in a deadly string of serial killings off the coast of Norway, in a mansion previously owned by the Barrows family. This is my story.
The images came flooding back to me as I lay on the couch in Professor Barton's office, his hypnosis methods bringing up graphic visualizations of the Clock Tower murders. He wanted to know all I could remember about the slayings. My guardian and friend, Helen Matthews, who also worked for Professor Barton, urged him to stop because I wasn't ready to remember what had happened... not yet. I was in shock for good reason, and I involuntarily forgot what had gone on that night.
"Professor Barton!" She called out. "You musn't hypnotize her like this. She isn't ready to remember the murders yet." At the sound of Helen's voice, I came to and shook my head. "Helen?" I said at last, confused and bewildered.
"It's ok Jennifer. You're safe." Helen had said to me. Professor Barton picked up his clipboard and pen, jotted a few things down mindlessly and turned towards Helen. "The Clock Tower murders are fascinating research material for me, Helen. I must know the truth of what happened." He said.
"Helen interrupted Professor Barton. "But Professor, she can't take any more of this today. I'm taking her home." Professor Barton sneared. "Just remember one thing, Ms. Matthews. You may be her guardian, but you have obligations as my assistant."
Helen coldly replied, "Yes.. Professor." and helped me up from my lying position on the couch. Samuel Barton was a stubborn man who always seemed to know just what he wanted out of a patient, and I was no exception. Helen and I walked out of the office, said goodbye to a few of the office workers still at their stations, and left for home.