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"Now, now," he continued, trying desperately to soothe her. "It was just a nightmare."
"But it wasn't!" she screamed, drawing back to face him squarely. "It wasn't! It was here. Honest to God, it was here in this room, lying on me. So heavy! It was heavy and rocked on my... my abdomen. It even clutched at my-!"
He watched her skeptically as she showed him, her hands touching her groin and breasts. Would a ghost be heavy and grab at her female anatomy? he pondered. He didn't believe in phantoms, but whatever this one was, it had tried to rape her, he was sure.
"I'm going to look--" he began, but the sound of feet thumping up the metal stairway to the widow's walk stopped him.
They thundered upward, echoing through the house. Carl jumped up and raced out the door.
"No, please!" Mona cried after him. "It has a knife. You've nothing!"
But he was gone. She heard his footsteps, bare and slapping on the hard metal steps to the roof. If anything happened to him she would be all alone.
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"Now, now," he continued, trying desperately to soothe her. "It was just a nightmare."
"But it wasn't!" she screamed, drawing back to face him squarely. "It wasn't! It was here. Honest to God, it was here in this room, lying on me. So heavy! It was heavy and rocked on my... my abdomen. It even clutched at my-!"
He watched her skeptically as she showed him, her hands touching her groin and breasts. Would a ghost be heavy and grab at her female anatomy? he pondered. He didn't believe in phantoms, but whatever this one was, it had tried to rape her, he was sure.
"I'm going to look--" he began, but the sound of feet thumping up the metal stairway to the widow's walk stopped him.
They thundered upward, echoing through the house. Carl jumped up and raced out the door.
"No, please!" Mona cried after him. "It has a knife. You've nothing!"
But he was gone. She heard his footsteps, bare and slapping on the hard metal steps to the roof. If anything happened to him she would be all alone.