Truth Or Dare

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project. Both children had Ethan’s dark hair and amber eyes.
    She had told herself that it was just a useful mental image constructed by her imagination to help her give the space a focus. She was accustomed to working with the needs of an actual client, but in this instance there wasn’t a real homeowner with unique requirements and a personality. So she had invented her little family and tried not to think too much about why the kids looked a lot like Ethan.
    She was pleased with the way the room had turned out. It was comfortable and inviting. There was something interesting or intriguing going on in every corner.
    She walked slowly through the space, opening her senses to the energy flows, making certain that things felt right. It was an old-fashioned space in many ways, imbued with the atmosphere of an early-nineteenth-century library. There was no big-screen television or state-of-the-art sound system.
    Fortunately, another designer had been assigned the media room down the hall.
    This was a room designed for contemplation, study and personal time. She wanted this space to be a refuge for every member of the household, a place where dreams could take shape.
    She paused beside the miniature chairs and table she had arranged for the imaginary children and adjusted the position of the globe. Then she crossed to the large writing desk and stood behind it, making certain that whoever sat there would have a view of the fountain in the garden outside.
    She liked to incorporate water or a view of it into her rooms. It provided its own special kind of energy.
    So did plants, which was why she had placed a large cluster of them on the other side of this space. They not only purified the air in a room, they cleansed the energy that flowed through it.
    She tweaked the frame of the picture over the fireplace. It was a photograph of Nightwinds Canyon at dawn. She had taken it herself late last month. Ethan had risen with her every morning in the dark for four days in a row to keep her company at the edge of the canyon while she went through roll after roll of film, waiting for the one right shot.
    Turning away from the photo, she moved toward the first of the two adult reading chairs, probing for the feel of the energy flow.
    She was only a couple of steps away from the first chair when the whispers of darkness snagged on her fully engaged psychic senses.
    She nearly screamed in shock. It was as if she had blundered into the sticky strands of an invisible spiderweb. Flinching, she hurriedly stepped back out of range. A shiver went through her as her pulse jumped into high gear. She struggled to close down her wide-open senses.
    What on earth ?
    An old memory from an especially bad night at Candle Lake rose like a monster from the depths. She squelched it swiftly. This was her show house library, for heaven’s sake, not H Ward.
    Okay, let’s try this again . Maybe she had overreacted. It was true that her imagination coupled with Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    her psychic senses could produce some unnerving moments on occasion.
    But her psychic senses had never betrayed her, she reminded herself. Cautiously she opened them wide once more and took a step forward.
    The cobwebs drifted across her senses, making her shudder. There was something there near the chair.
    She had experienced a similar sensation once before in her life, and the recollection of it still had the power to chill her blood.
    This is not H Ward .
    She repeated the mantra to herself several times but her throat remained clenched against nausea and she was getting light-headed. She refused to allow herself to retreat. She had to know what this ghastly stuff was.
    The invisible threads drifted around her, so faint she could barely sense them, but unmistakably there.
    Impossible. Just two days before she had come here to add some final touches. She had picked up nothing out of the ordinary that day.
    What is going on

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