Dreaming Witness — Jean Davison

THE GIFT.

Chris Maguire was young, beautiful -- and special. That was why she had left Brad and gone North to the sleepy New England college town. She was determined to know once and for all the nature of the force that possessed her, desperate to be free at last of the curse that haunted every day of her life, and free of the voices that rang with pain and terror -- voices only she could hear. Instead, Chris found unexpected love -- and a deadly web of murderous passion, insanity, betrayal -- and worse...

NIGHTMARES DO COME TRUE. . .

The living room was ablaze. She saw it, felt the searing heat...the flames and heat were everywhere...

Death by fire. She saw them again, the circle of tormenting schoolchildren, their faces twisted with the vicious chant, Burn, witch, burn...

The bolt of the door was hot to the touch as she fumbled with it. She was feeling weak now, dizzy. When the bolt gave, she twisted the knob hard and pulled the door open. Outside, not far away, the figure of a man was lit grotesquely by the roaring flames.

The man who wanted to kill her was waiting...