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Deer Mountain


     Outside the sitting room window, which was heavily draped in dark blue fabric, the wind leaned and moaned against the glass.  Haunted sounds drifted through the trees creating an eerie whistling and creaking in the awkward silence Jane shared with her two visitors.    

Above a brick mantle, resting meticulously over a deep-set hearth with an iron grate, an antique clock chimed the hour.  Nine p.m...    

Jane glanced toward one of the gentlemen seated across from her on an old-style burgundy velvet setee. His brown eyes and sandy blond hair cut short, slight side-burns, she though made him attractive.  He was tall and thin.  Strong-looking.  She shifted in her chair uncomfortably, her eyes wandering to his companion, George, a medium height, average-looking man with black hair and green eyes, a sallow expression and pale skin.  They were both in their thirties.    

She glanced away, toward the small lamp on a nearby table.  Hard to begin.  Hard to find the right opening lines.  And they were waiting.  She HAD called them, hadn' she?  She had called the West Virginian psychologist Jack Landers, and he had told her to call these two men, Ted Travers and George Franz of a small school for parapsychology in northern Ohio, about two hours away from her own back-hills home in the secluded woods of Deer Mountain.  They had agreed to visit her in her own home, and here they were...    

Somewhere in the distance, thunder cracked against the sky.  She flinched without realizing it.  From the kitchen down the hall a light flickered several times.    

"It starts with a dream," she said suddenly, as though sparked to say it.  "It always starts with a dream."  She cleared her throat; suddenly thick.    

George had been glancing into the hallway, now his eyes rested fully upon his host.  They were wide as they took her in, a darker green than they had been only a moment before.  Beside him, Ted's brown eyes were quiet and reflective.  "What does," he asked somberly.    

She hesitated, then found that the words came easier than she thought they might.  "The visitations."



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