I’m startled awake. There are coarse, raised voices out on the deck. Curious, I climb the stairs and see them, a man and woman, grappling, fighting over an unseen object. The woman loses the struggle and slips over the railing with a chilling wail, a flash of white dropping into an infinite black-blue.
I close my eyes, but prolonged sleep is impossible. She tiptoes through my dreams, leaving crimson footprints wherever she goes.
Someone’s fiddling with the lock. I hear the cabin door creak open, heavy footfalls across the tiny room. The bed is jostled, and I close my eyes more tightly, pretending, praying.
“I know you’re awake.”
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