Chapter five
TessaA cave bat may hide from the light, but not the darkness.
Powwaw Speak: Shamanic Wisdom of the Irrakish, Theodore Black, PhD
Tessa must have fallen asleep. She woke with a crick in her neck, still clutching the diary. The candle had burned into a puddle of grease, leaving the bedroom in almost total darkness. But she could see the vague outline of the window with the broken shutter. Centered in it, like a portrait within a frame, was a dark shape that looked very much like a head.
She froze in terror and closed her eyes. “I am dreaming. Please God...” Tessa waited for exactly ten heartbeats and then her eyes flew open. The head had disappeared. She flopped onto her pillow again, feeling the cold sheen of sweat that had sprung to her forehead and armpits.
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