Читать книгу I Know My Name: An addictive thriller with a chilling twist - C.J. Cooke - Страница 15

My dreams are strange and vivid. I dream I am holding a ball of red wool and walking from the back door of the farmhouse towards the outside. Only, the island with its vast blue sprawl of ocean is not to be found beyond the threshold – instead, I step through the door to a dark cave.

I am terrified of the dark, of the cave entrance marked with fang-like stalactites and jagged walls, but somehow I know I have to go in. I have no choice. I find a cigarette lighter in my back pocket and flick it to illuminate my path. At my feet I can see shallow puddles of muddy water. The cave is narrow, though the ceiling is high – about fifteen feet. The cave does not stretch very far ahead but seems to twist and bend around many corners, widening at some parts to ten or twelve feet and then narrowing again to three or four. I keep the ball of wool in one hand and the flickering lighter in the other, my mouth dry with anticipation.