Yes, I'm sorry! I know it's been along time. If it's not one thing it's another. First my hard drive crashes then I get a worm. Among other things!!! Anyways, I hope to be back with a vengence. Enjoy! You may have to go back and read some of the story just to familiarize yourself with it again. I'm completely and utterly sorry!!! Carrie
Teresa was again in the solarium. 'Damn it!' she thought to herself. Here she was again in this same nightmare. How could these keep happening? When would it end? How would it end? That thought almost scared the whits out of her. "Wake up, Teresa! Wake up!" She screamed to herself, but to no avail. Ethan must have slipped something into the drank he gave her before lying down to sleep. As always, one door stood open in the solarium. The curtains billowing in the night breeze. A chill ran up her body as she again went through the same routine as she did every night in this nightmare. She ran up the stairs to her sons room and found him, as usual, peacefully sound asleep. She kissed him on the forehead and turned to walk back out of the room. Then she saw her. She saw Gwen almost as if she were floating down the hallway.
Teresa found it difficult to swallow because of the large lump in her throat. She had never been so scared in her life. It was hard enough to face Gwen when she was alive, but how was she supposed to face a ghos?. A ghost in a dream none-the-less.
Teresa slowly slipped out of Little Ethan's room and followed the ghostly figure down the hallway. She rounded a corner and noticed that Gwen, as always stopped in front of her bedroom door. The bedroom she shared with Ethan while they were married. The bedroom she had been found dead in. Gwen had died under mysterious circumstances, but in the end it had been ruled a suicide. After much investigation there had finally been a suicide letter found detailing how Gwen just couldn't stand a life without Ethan. She couldn't just stand back and watch Teresa win again. Watch Teresa live the life that she had schemed so much for. For some reason though Teresa felt like there was more to it, but who was she to questions the Harmony PD. Sam Bennett was afterall Ethan's father. Her brother Luis and his long time friend Hank, had also been involved throughout the investigation. So why did this just not feel right?
Teresa stopped in her tracks when Gwen's shadowy figure stopped in front of her bedroom door. She was freezing to death and noticed that she could see the breath in front of her. Where had she heard that the temperature always dropped when you were in the presence of a ghost? Gwen turned her head to look at Teresa. "Teresa. Teresa." She whispered and then disappeared into the bedroom.
Teresa blink a few times knowing this was the farthest she had ever come in this particular dream. She would wake up any second, but panic nearly set in when she realized this time she wasn't going to wake up. "Damn you, Ethan. When I wake up...." She swore under her breath.
"Teresa. Help me!" She heard the voice again coming from behind the door.
Teresa found herself walking down the hall. God this was crazy. She should stop now, but for some reason she couldn't. Something wouldn't let her. Finally she stood in front of Gwen's bedroom door. She took in a deep breath and reached for the door and in that instant Gwen's cold, ghostly hand reached from inside and pulled her in...
Teresa woke up in a cold sweat...."No!" She sat up and looked around and found that she was in the room alone. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was almost 10 a.m. Why hadn't anyone bothered to wake her up. Probably because they were all worried about her. Teresa threw back the covers and walked to the bathroom. She needed a glass of water and a warm shower. Something for a headache too. Which reminded her. Ethan was going to a sound lashing of the tongue today. No more slipping anything into her drink. Maybe she would even pay him a visit at his office today.
Teresa reached up into the medicine cabinet when she noticed something on her arm. The room started spinning and she became nauseated. In the next instant Teresa was picking herself up off the cold bathroom floor. She must have passed out. The ripples of nausea hit her again and she lounged forward to the toilet.
A few seconds later she sat back against the wall. She looked again at her arm. Surely she was just seeing things. A bad mix between sleep medication, the drink Ethan had offered her and lack of sleep. It wasn't though. The bruise was still there. The bruise that was in the perfect shape of Gwen's hand.