CHAPTER 11
PAST HAUNTS
Lisa gasped and gripped the wet bed sheets. Her face was sweating and her throat was dry. The thudding of her heart caused her to take deep breaths. She looked at the alarm clock. Five o’clock in the morning on a Saturday, a few days after Tina’s funeral.
She remembered the flashing images of her nightmares about Sarah. Sarah was a colleague of her late friend, Jane. Sarah was gloating in her dream. The knife coming down into Lisa’s chest and the blood everywhere. Her blood. Why did she even have to meet that woman? She was trying to get answers after Jane’s death. When Sarah realised Lisa’s friendliness was only to get answers about Jane, Sarah retaliated violently. The image of the steel blade of the knife was vivid, like it had only happened yesterday. Many nig
