My mind is foggy. I don't know where I am. Or what has just happened. Last I remember I was in my bedroom. Having a peaceful dream, when I heard the music. Oh yes: the music. It was very pretty, but now it's gone. I don't know what has happened to it. How I wish it would come back. I really did like it.
I still don't know where I am. Thinking about the music doesn't help. It seems to get me distracted a lot. Oh yes: the music. It was very pretty, but now it's gone. I don't know what has happened to it. How I wish it would come back. I really did like it.
Should I find out where I am? I should probably get back in the bed. But where is my bed? It's where the music is, that's where. Oh yes: the music. It was very pretty, but now it's gone. I don't know what has happened to it. How I wish it would come back. I really did like it.
“Think solid thoughts.” The words pop into my head. I don't know why. They are rough and coarse and so unlike the—
“NO. Don't think about that. It's bad. Don't do it. Think solid thoughts.”
There it is again. Those words: “Think solid thoughts.” May as well give it a try, right? Okay, here goes. Solid thought number one:
“My name is Annie Marsh.”
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The Endless Night
Action"...never walk out alone..." Rumors have haunted the property around the little cottage for years. Vanessa Görtz and her family have just moved in and her parents are taking these rumors seriously. Vanessa decides to take matters into her own hands...
