Theresa walked into the dark room. It was cold, too cold. She pulled the
black robe around her tightly, but it couldn't help the cold that seemed to
have raked her body. The curtains of the large patio door billowed in the
night breeze. Someone must have accidently left the door open. Or maybe
someone had found their way into the mansion.
The thought of someone lurking around the mansion caused fear to wash over her body. She thought of her toddler son lying alone in his bed and the thought of someone hurting him made her nauseous. She turned and raced up the stairs to her sons room. She had to make sure that he was safe and sound.
She neared the door of this room her heart very nearly beat out of her chest. She slung open the door to his room and saw him lying there quitely sleeping. She could finally breath. She walked almost weightlessly over to his bed. He was sleeping peacefully and she didn't want to disturb him.
She bent down beside him and tucked his covers more snug around him. She kissed him lightly on the forehead. "I love you my beautiful son. You are my world."
She turned to stand up and as she did she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She caught the glimpse of a slender figure walk passed her son's bedroom door. Again the fear returned to her body. She thought that her legs were going to fall out from underneath her. She took in a deep breath and steadied herself.
Finding her legs again she walking out of her son's room and looked down the hallway. She again saw the shadowy figure walking around the corner or was it floating? Again, she could feel her heart beating more rapidly. She shook her head trying to clear it. Surely this was just the dark playing tricks with her mind. But then she heard it...
"Theresa...Theresa..." The whispery voice filled her ears. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
She leaned against the door. It couldn't be. But it was. It was her. It had to be. She could recognize that voice anywhere.
She started down the hall in the same direction that the shadowy figure had gone. She had to know. Had to know if it was her. This was crazy, she thought to herself as she continued to follow the figure down the long hallway. She had finally lost it. Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald had finally lost it.
The shadowy figure finally stopped in front of one of the bedroom doors. The figure slowly turned around revealing itself to Theresa. Theresa stared at the vision in front of her. It couldn't be.
"No. No!" Theresa sat up in the bed soaking wet.
"Are you alright?" The man beside her asked sitting up beside her.
"Yeah, I just need a glass of water." She said breathlessly.
"Another nightmare?" He said getting up to fetch her a glass.
"Yeah." She rubbed her arms trying to warm herself. That same chill from her dream seemed to fill the room now. "They're getting worse."
"Maybe you should talk to someone about them. Dr. Russell could probably give you the name of a psychologist."
"No." She said sternly and then feeling bad. "Sorry, I'm just a little tense."
"Here," He said handing her the glass. "Drink this. Hopefully it will take the edge off."
She brought the glass to her mouth and then stopped. "This isn't water."
"I thought you could use something a little stronger. Go ahead, drink it. Maybe it will help you rest better."
"Yeah, you're right." Theresa downed the liquor and smirked. "God, that stuff is awful." But even now she could feel it warming her up, calming her.
"It may taste awful, but in another 20 minutes you'll really think me for it." He came over and sat down next to her on the bed. "Want to talk to me about it?"
She hesitated from a moment and she finally began to talk. "I saw her this time."
"Saw who?"
"You know, the figure in my dreams. I finally saw her face."
"So it's a female?" Theresa shook her head yes. "Okay, that's a start. Tell me who she is."
"Are you sure you really want to know?"
He sighed, "Yes."
"The woman in my dreams was..." She stuttered. "She woman in my dreams..."
"Theresa just spit it out." He said annoyed.
"It was Gwen!" She yelled. "Are you happy now? The figure in my dreams is Gwen."
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The thought of someone lurking around the mansion caused fear to wash over her body. She thought of her toddler son lying alone in his bed and the thought of someone hurting him made her nauseous. She turned and raced up the stairs to her sons room. She had to make sure that he was safe and sound.
She neared the door of this room her heart very nearly beat out of her chest. She slung open the door to his room and saw him lying there quitely sleeping. She could finally breath. She walked almost weightlessly over to his bed. He was sleeping peacefully and she didn't want to disturb him.
She bent down beside him and tucked his covers more snug around him. She kissed him lightly on the forehead. "I love you my beautiful son. You are my world."
She turned to stand up and as she did she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She caught the glimpse of a slender figure walk passed her son's bedroom door. Again the fear returned to her body. She thought that her legs were going to fall out from underneath her. She took in a deep breath and steadied herself.
Finding her legs again she walking out of her son's room and looked down the hallway. She again saw the shadowy figure walking around the corner or was it floating? Again, she could feel her heart beating more rapidly. She shook her head trying to clear it. Surely this was just the dark playing tricks with her mind. But then she heard it...
"Theresa...Theresa..." The whispery voice filled her ears. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
She leaned against the door. It couldn't be. But it was. It was her. It had to be. She could recognize that voice anywhere.
She started down the hall in the same direction that the shadowy figure had gone. She had to know. Had to know if it was her. This was crazy, she thought to herself as she continued to follow the figure down the long hallway. She had finally lost it. Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald had finally lost it.
The shadowy figure finally stopped in front of one of the bedroom doors. The figure slowly turned around revealing itself to Theresa. Theresa stared at the vision in front of her. It couldn't be.
"No. No!" Theresa sat up in the bed soaking wet.
"Are you alright?" The man beside her asked sitting up beside her.
"Yeah, I just need a glass of water." She said breathlessly.
"Another nightmare?" He said getting up to fetch her a glass.
"Yeah." She rubbed her arms trying to warm herself. That same chill from her dream seemed to fill the room now. "They're getting worse."
"Maybe you should talk to someone about them. Dr. Russell could probably give you the name of a psychologist."
"No." She said sternly and then feeling bad. "Sorry, I'm just a little tense."
"Here," He said handing her the glass. "Drink this. Hopefully it will take the edge off."
She brought the glass to her mouth and then stopped. "This isn't water."
"I thought you could use something a little stronger. Go ahead, drink it. Maybe it will help you rest better."
"Yeah, you're right." Theresa downed the liquor and smirked. "God, that stuff is awful." But even now she could feel it warming her up, calming her.
"It may taste awful, but in another 20 minutes you'll really think me for it." He came over and sat down next to her on the bed. "Want to talk to me about it?"
She hesitated from a moment and she finally began to talk. "I saw her this time."
"Saw who?"
"You know, the figure in my dreams. I finally saw her face."
"So it's a female?" Theresa shook her head yes. "Okay, that's a start. Tell me who she is."
"Are you sure you really want to know?"
He sighed, "Yes."
"The woman in my dreams was..." She stuttered. "She woman in my dreams..."
"Theresa just spit it out." He said annoyed.
"It was Gwen!" She yelled. "Are you happy now? The figure in my dreams is Gwen."
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Hmm! Interesting, huh? Why is Gwen appearing in Theresa's dreams and who is the man with her? You'll have to keep reading to find out. Please read and review.