23Waldorf Astoria Hotel
New York City
March 1905
“Oh, my God, help me! Please help me!” screamed Stephen Morrison, his arms bound and unable to resist as the blade slowly sliced into his neck. Blood spurted out onto the assailant in the black suit as he continued screaming.
The screams awakened his wife, Helen, who looked over and saw that her husband, drenched in sweat, was obviously in the throes of a nightmare. “Stephen!” she shouted as she began shaking his shoulders, “Stephen, wake up, wake up!” After a few violent shakes, Stephen Morrison’s eyes flew open with a terrified look.
“Jesus, Stephen. You scared the daylights out of me.” Helen placed a gentle hand on his forehead.
“Sorry, it was just a nightmare.”
“Some nightmare! You screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors.”
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