Page 102 of Nightmare Rising


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Pictures.

A collage of them.

For a moment nothing made sense. The room spun, or maybe it was my thoughts as the slices of my life appeared before me.

There I was young, and there in another one. The next picture also looked familiar...Chester had a copy of one of my postcards?

Wait, there was Yvaine. Crossed out in red.

It was almost comical, but a chill seeped into my blood.

My gaze slid over to a photo of Damien. Damien? Another cross of red. Was he dead too?

Muddled, all I could do was blink.

And breathe.

Somewhere in the moment, I’d forgotten to breathe.

The wall was a montage of photos from my life, a grotesque evidence board.

I looked at Val, mouth opening with no real words to come.

He was sprinting toward...no, he was aiming for behind me. Chester. He was heading for Chester.

The lights were dimming. The room was fading to black.

What was happening?

Reality spun around me, but I felt as if I was slowing.

Why did Chester have pictures of me? He’d stalked me? Stalking said bad. This...

This.

Oh, Christ.

This washim.

The SK.

Needles of ice pierced my chest and tore up my throat, and still I screamed. Screamed with all the horror in my soul.

There was a monster in the room.

CHAPTER37

Zara

Planted to the spot,all I could do was watch the nightmare unfold around me. All I could hear was the loop in my brain.Chester is the serial killer.Chester is the serial killer. I looked at the man I’d called a friend.

Chester stood sneering from the other side of the doorway, framed by the metal as his hand pulled the door. He was locking us in.

Freedom was vanishing inch by slow inch—Val was never going to make it on time.

Finally, anger burned and I began to thaw.

The desire for violence lent me a force I’d never had and my muscles flexed to rip into flight. My vision narrowed, and all I could think was how I was going to wipe that fucking sneer off Chester’s face. I launched.

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