“Out you go, dear boy,” Luke
smiled at him, “I’ll be back to pick you up at 9 minutes after
nine in the a.m.” Eoin was too tired to contemplate how Luke had
managed to locate his apartment.
“Why are you picking me up?” Eoin
managed to ask through his haze of grogginess.
“The police need to ask you some
questions about the late Mr. Kramer, we’re meeting them at your
office at ten. Now put it out of your mind and get some sleep.”
Eoin nodded and slowly walked up the sidewalk to his apartment. “And
Eoin,” he looked back as Luke rolled down the passenger side
window, “Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep on your back.” And
with that, Luke pulled away.
It took Eoin a
surprisingly long time to fall asleep, considering how tired he was.
He had checked his email, received all of the concerned and confused
queries from his coworkers; checked his answering machine, sure
enough, there was a message from the police asking to meet him at
ten; and, for the first time living there, checked all of his window
locks. When he finally did get to sleep, it was anything but
pleasant. In his dreams, a beautiful woman was calling to him. She
was standing so that he could only make out her profile, alabaster
skin with delicate features and long silky black hair. She was
entrancing but Eoin felt an overwhelming fear of her. Evil seemed to
radiate from her as she coaxed him toward her bed.
He awoke with a
start and realized that his chattering teeth were the culprits. The
apartment was freezing. Eoin went to check the thermostat but it was
set at a nice 73 degrees Fahrenheit. He made a mental note to call
the landlord about the heater as he pulled extra blankets from his
hall closet. He checked the clock; it was just before three a.m.
After he concluded the pre-sleep shuffle, displacing any cold spots
in the sheets with his feet, he fell asleep...on his back.
The woman was back, but this time he was in her bed, lying on his back. She slowly crept
toward him, staying in profile. As he watched in a mix between horror
and longing, she slid out of the robe she was wearing. Her body
was whiter than anyone he had ever seen, with a small, pink nipple
just within view. She climbed on top of him, sidesaddle and began to
make love to him. It seemed to go on for hours; eventually, Eoin
mustered up the courage to ask her what her name was. Nothing came
out, he couldn’t speak. He tried to sit up and throw her off, but he
couldn’t move, he was completely paralyzed. It was than that he
realized he was in a dream, and he needed to get out! He told
his mind to snap out of it, that he needed to be up and ready when
Luke came to pick him up. As if she read his mind, the woman laughed,
“Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited
with the old fox soon enough.” She whispered in a voice which could
only be described as equal parts musical sensuality and a rasping
death cry. Eoin felt the waking world receding as he was drawn deeper
and deeper into the dream. He knew with complete certainty that he
needed to escape, or he would never wake up. “Time for a kiss,
great one,” The woman crooned as she began to turn toward him and
lower her head. There was a red flash in the corner of his vision and
the woman was swept off of him. But not before he saw the other half
of her face, it was the face of a woman long dead.
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