instrument would animate and come after
my throat, I sought to melt off the sharp side
which could slit my throat unawares. After
realizing it wouldn't work, I handed Andy a
hacksaw and asked him to break it into
many pieces. Again, it wouldn't work.
"I'm sorry, Andy," I said, "We're
going to have to seek refuge from our
campsite, find a hotel room where I will
have some level of protection from this force
which seeks my destruction." In moments,
we were in a hotel room, but a loud buzzing
sound was piercing my ears and driving me
to distraction. Going about the room, I
sought to find the source of the sound. As I
found a fan in the bathroom, I attempted to
turn it off. But as I did so, it only became
louder and louder and louder and louder...
and then suddenly, it stopped.
Waking to a darkened room, a huge
blizzard had taken out the power, and all
had gone silent. Because we usually sleep to
the sound of a noise machine, the sounds
immediately ceased. All was dark.
Returning to sleep, I found myself
again in the center of a room in my chair
unconscious. My husband and children
flitted about me, unaware of my physical
brent
(Brent)
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