Eerie Theater

Welcome to the next installment of 'Deer Mountain'....

...I had a dream last night...

Ted watched her carefully, the hair still upright on the back of his neck. It took a great deal of courage not to jump out of his seat. "What kind of dream?"

Jane gazed over her companions quietly, then suddenly her eyes drifted away. "I was seven years old when I fell through the ice of a pond back in Minnesota. I remember how cold it was, and that I hit my head as I went under. I remember closing my eyes like I was somehow watching it from a distance. I remember my hair swirreling about my face, my hands searching through the water for something tangible. I remember the necklace around my neck, a locket I had gotten from my mother before she died, falling away and down into the murky depths. I remember watching it falling slowly, like a film being scrutenized for detail. It felt like the pond had no bottom, like I was hovering at the highest point of a great abyss. Soon the necklace disappeared and I glanced up toward a bright light. I assumed it was the sunlight and I reached up toward it. When I woke up the next morning, I was in my own bed, blankets heavy upon me. My father came into the room some time later and asked how I was. When I told him of the icy waters he seemed concerned. He said I was nowhere near the pond, which was frozen over completely, as it was only about the depth of three feet, and that they had found me sitting near a snow covered garden deep in a kind of trance and petting a large black dog which got up, bristled it hair, and then fled as they approached.

"Last night I dreamt of that. I dreamed of floating in that water, of its deep blue thickness, its icy cold body wrapped about my limbs..."

"Is that it?" George asked after a long pause. "Was that the whole dream?"

Jane's eyes came to again and they seemed hazy; fatigued. There were wrinkles on her brow. "No. In my dream when I reached up for the light, I was pulled up by a ghastly white hand. Long fingers..." She was looking through them now, somewhere far away. "The eyes had no color. They were like large neutral pools. Deep inside, they appeared to be 'moving'". Now her face grew pale once more, her weary eyes growing darker as she focused on her companions again. She seemed almost appologetic somehow.

"What else is so unusual about this figure?" Ted's face showed genuine interest and concern and Jane felt immediately relieved by the question. It would feel good to say it out loud, she thought. Finally.

"It is the same person in every dream, that is how I know they are coming again..."







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