Chapter 8My back ached and I wanted to get up but Pam's head was on the pillow on my lap and her arm was across my knees. My leg started to fall asleep too but I didn't want to move her after everything that had happened. I managed to reach my bag and pulled out my journal. By twisting around I braced the journal on the back of the couch and started to write, just putting down everything that Pam had said about her nightmare and what had happened. It all poured out with the ink from my pen, quickly filling the pages. The ritual of writing about what had happened helped clear my head. I felt calmer and clearer after writing in the journal. Several things had solidified in my mind.
First, I couldn't discount that there was a night hag at work here, but I didn't understand how it could have
