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Rothhaven — W.E.D. Ross
The Phantom of Her Dreams
Julie awoke with a sob from the terrifying nightmare. Would she never have peace? She was about to attempt sleep again when she saw the flicker of movement in the corner of the room. As she stared into the darkness, a cold chill ran down her spine.
She tried to call out but her words were frozen on her lips. Fear had taken full control of her. She continued to stare into the shadows with fascinated eyes as the thing gradually began to emerge and take form. It moved very, very slowly, and as it drew near the foot of her bed she saw that it was the phantom of her dreams. The ghost of Zachariah Robbins in top hat and cape.
Then the phantom's hands gripped her throat. Not until she felt the pressure of those cold, powerful hands on her throat was the hypnotic spell broken?
Julie awoke with a sob from the terrifying nightmare. Would she never have peace? She was about to attempt sleep again when she saw the flicker of movement in the corner of the room. As she stared into the darkness, a cold chill ran down her spine.
She tried to call out but her words were frozen on her lips. Fear had taken full control of her. She continued to stare into the shadows with fascinated eyes as the thing gradually began to emerge and take form. It moved very, very slowly, and as it drew near the foot of her bed she saw that it was the phantom of her dreams. The ghost of Zachariah Robbins in top hat and cape.
Then the phantom's hands gripped her throat. Not until she felt the pressure of those cold, powerful hands on her throat was the hypnotic spell broken?