Читать книгу Half-Minute Horrors - Литагент HarperCollins USD - Страница 9

JAMES PATTERSON

Grand Entrance

Here’s what I remember about that night, and though I’ve been told it’s not possible, I remember everything clearly, like a dream come to life. . . .

I felt trapped. There was terrible screaming.

Where am I? I wondered. Some kind of tightly enclosed space.

My fear was extreme. I tried to stay calm, but I couldn’t.

There was water everywhere around me.

The screaming kept getting louder. And closer.

Then a voice broke through.

“It’s a girl,” said the voice.

Suddenly, it was quiet. Another voice filled the room. I realized it was mine.

And I was screaming like a baby.