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Ghost Writer posts in The Sandbox
True to Charlie’s word, Carol felt significantly better after a hot bath and a long sleep. She wished she could call it a “good night’s sleep,” but her dreams were plagued by visions of the man who abducted her, and strangled her to death. The scene replayed itself over and over in her dreams. In the dream’s last iteration, as she fought back, clawing across his face, his face actually tore off under her nails, revealing a decomposing skull underneath. Carol would have woken up screaming, if her dreamself hadn’t been strangled at the moment.
It had been nearly a week since her return from the grave. She had lost two of her part-time jobs for “job abandonment” – she probably could have argued her way into keeping them if she had revealed that she had been abducted and attacked, but coming up with a cover story for how she got away was a more complex lie than she was any good at telling. Besides, she hated those jobs and would probably need the time for her new job as a Jeger. She still had her part-time job at Starbucks, purely on the coincidence that she wasn’t scheduled to work while she was abducted and … well, dead. So the week had been filled with grande soy vanilla lattes, distressing nightmares, and The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Being a Jeger, which she typically read while soaking in the tub.
Carol was beginning to seriously wonder when she would see Charlie again, when he turned up out of the blue.
“Well well, Mr. Farley. So good of you to stop by. And look at you, actually using the door, rather than just walking through it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d grown some manners.”
“Yeesh, cranky, much? Keep it up, and I won’t give ya the present I brung ya.”
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