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April 10
11:57 am
Morgan woke up with a start. The first of the nightmares and she was sure that it wasn't to be the last. Morgan was glad he had left her the remote, now she would be able to tell what time it was. She knew it was just before noon because Beth's favorite children's show just ended. She realized that she was still tied up.
*Time to get out of this * she thought. *When I get out of here this guy is going to have Hell to pay! *
She struggled but she turned the rope that was tying her to the chair around so that she could see the knot. "This guy was a boy scout" she said, rather exasperated. "I'll work on that last." She turned her attention to her hands. She took all her energy and strength and focused on the rope tying her hands together. She didn't so much picture the rope being untied as she did picture the ropes being untied. The rope slowly started untying itself. To any other person this would seem weird but Morgan just kept on focusing on the rope. When It was untied she started focusing on the rope being untied down at her feet and the same miraculous event occurred and her feet were untied. Deciding it would be better to save her energy she untied the body rope with her hands and apparently Jack wasn't a very good boy scout, the rope untied without too much fuss. She was free.
She jumped up and shouted, "YES!" She realized then that she might not be alone so she immediately hid behind the chair. She stayed there for five minutes until she was sure she wasn't heard and ventured out of the room.
Her assumptions had been right. She was in a basement and she was alone. She climbed the stairs ever so carefully and quietly and stuck out of the basement. She looked out and realized that she was in a rather nice house. Everything was clean. Spotless. Too clean. *Someone's a perfectionist * she thought dryly.
She searched the house desperately trying to find a phone, computer, anything that would connecter her to the outside world. Nothing. Whoever's house this was they sure didn't want to be disturbed. *Time to run. * She thought again. She ran from the house, leaving the front door open, into the road. She turned around and nearly fainted when she realized that this must have been the only house for miles. She ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran, oblivious to the car far behind her that was driving ever so slowly.
April 10
11:57 am
Morgan woke up with a start. The first of the nightmares and she was sure that it wasn't to be the last. Morgan was glad he had left her the remote, now she would be able to tell what time it was. She knew it was just before noon because Beth's favorite children's show just ended. She realized that she was still tied up.
*Time to get out of this * she thought. *When I get out of here this guy is going to have Hell to pay! *
She struggled but she turned the rope that was tying her to the chair around so that she could see the knot. "This guy was a boy scout" she said, rather exasperated. "I'll work on that last." She turned her attention to her hands. She took all her energy and strength and focused on the rope tying her hands together. She didn't so much picture the rope being untied as she did picture the ropes being untied. The rope slowly started untying itself. To any other person this would seem weird but Morgan just kept on focusing on the rope. When It was untied she started focusing on the rope being untied down at her feet and the same miraculous event occurred and her feet were untied. Deciding it would be better to save her energy she untied the body rope with her hands and apparently Jack wasn't a very good boy scout, the rope untied without too much fuss. She was free.
She jumped up and shouted, "YES!" She realized then that she might not be alone so she immediately hid behind the chair. She stayed there for five minutes until she was sure she wasn't heard and ventured out of the room.
Her assumptions had been right. She was in a basement and she was alone. She climbed the stairs ever so carefully and quietly and stuck out of the basement. She looked out and realized that she was in a rather nice house. Everything was clean. Spotless. Too clean. *Someone's a perfectionist * she thought dryly.
She searched the house desperately trying to find a phone, computer, anything that would connecter her to the outside world. Nothing. Whoever's house this was they sure didn't want to be disturbed. *Time to run. * She thought again. She ran from the house, leaving the front door open, into the road. She turned around and nearly fainted when she realized that this must have been the only house for miles. She ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran, oblivious to the car far behind her that was driving ever so slowly.