The Vision (40 page)

historic hotel, she felt the darkness again as she walked to her room.

She locked the door securely behind her, then waited, afraid, watching the door, wanting

to believe she had worked with one too many antisocial paranoid and their fears had

rubbed off on her.

Nothing.

She turned away.

Then there was a sound, a clicking, as if someone were trying the door. And then again,

in the wind in her mind, the whisper of her name. And something more.

Laughter.

You can’t hide. Wherever you go, I will find you….