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Chapter 9: The Conflict

Later that night I awakened in a strangely paralyzed state. When I tried to move, my body lay motionless. I tried to cry out, but no sound came out of my mouth. My heart pounded like a jackhammer, but I still couldn’t move. I sensed the same hideous shadows that had terrified me in the woods when I found Rex’s corpse. Finally, a little croak came out of my throat. I sat up, sweating, and turned on the light on the night table. My light blue duvet, the spare lines of the natural birch chest of drawers, and the newly sanded floors assured me I was home, and safe.