71 THE DREAM  

jasonabadboy4u 30M
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6/3/2006 6:00 pm

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71 THE DREAM

71 THE DREAM
Lucy Morgan was an artist. She has spent a week painting in
a small country town and decided that the next day she
would move on. She would go to a village called Kingston.
But that night Lucy Morgan had a strange dream. She dreamed
that she was walking up a dark, carved staircase and
entered a bedroom. It was an ordinary room except for two
things. The carpet was made up of large squares that looked
liked trapdoors. And each of the windows was fastened shut
with big nails that stuck up out of the wood. In her dream
Lucy Morgan went to sleep in that bedroom. During the night
a woman with a pale face and black eyes and long black hair
came into the room. She leaned over the bed and
whispered, "This is an evil place. Flee while you can."
When the woman touched her arm to hurry her along, Lucy
Morgan awakened from her dream with a shriek. She lay awake
the rest of the night trembling. In the morning she told
her landlady that she had decided not to go to Kingston
after all. "I can't tell you why," she said, but I just
can't bring myself to go there." "Then why don't you go to
Dorset. Someone told her she could find a room in a house
at the top of the hill. It was a pleasant-looking house,
and the landlady there, a plump, motherly woman, was as
nice as could be. "Let's look at the room," she said. "I
think you will like it." They walked up a dark, carved
staircase, like the one in Lucy's dream. "In these old
houses the staircases are the same," Lucy thought. But when
the landlady opened the door to the bedroom, it was the
room in her dream, with the same carpet that looked like
trapdoors and the same windows fastened with big
nails. "This is just a coincidence," Lucy told
herself. "How do you like it?" the landlady asked. "I'm not
sure," she said. "Well, take your time," the landlady
said. "I'll bring up some tea while you think about it."
Lucy sat on the bed staring at the trapdoors and the big
nails. Soon there was a knock on the door. "It's the
landlady with tea," she thought. But it wasn't the
landlady. It was the woman with the pale face and the black
eyes and the long black hair. Lucy Morgan grabbed her
things and fled.


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