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THE NIGHT TO REMEMBER
CLAUDIA
Shapes danced on the walls of the room. Shadows were brought to life by the light of the moon shining in from the window.
Closing my eyes tightly, I turned my body away from the light. My heart was beating in my head. Sleep would not come to me. I turned back to face the window. A breeze welcomed the shape on the ledge.
I sat up in the darkness. I wanted to call out to John or Joseph, but they had vanished. I was alone. My lips froze, and my hands trembled. I didn’t move. I just stared at the shape leaping from my window onto the floor of my room. It disappeared for a moment in the darkness. I sensed it coming closer. He materialized and then slowly climbed in the bed. I fell back against the headboard.
“Please, go to sleep,” I begged myself, the slee
