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Suddenly she heard a shuffle in the kitchen. Memories of what happened came flooding back as her heart started racing. She noticed her robe at the end of the bed and put it on quickly and quietly. Images and feelings of terror from her attack flooded over her. At the center of it all stood Don and the swift powerful way he’d moved through the door, grabbing at her. She started to panic, wondering who could be in her house now.
She glanced around her bedroom looking for clues and defensive weapons. She’d never go out there without some form of protection. Her eye settled on the candlestick, on the bookshelf against the wall.
That’ll have to be it, she decided.
As quietly as possible, she made her way toward the bookshelf. As she picked up the candlestick, she envisioned herself thwacking a man over the head with it.
Do I have the courage to go through with something like that?
She felt the pain in her face and decided she did.
Creeping carefully along the corridor, she maneuvered herself so that she did not let any floorboards creak. Moving toward the kitchen, she could hear a man singing. Vaguely familiar, the voice reminded her of someone, but definitely not Don. It wasn’t Don’s type of voice, and besides, Don would never sing.
Curious and scared, Marianne moved around the corner with the candlestick raised above her head, ready to crash it down on the skull of anyone who may be there.
As soon as her head rounded the corner to look into her kitchen, the voice said, “I can understand you not being a very gracious hostess, seeing as you were terribly sick. I had to make our breakfast myself. But I do hope that you aren’t going to club me for my trouble as well.”
There in front of her stood the oddest-looking man she’d ever seen. He had very pale gray hair that ran down in a pageboy cut. His hair, thin and fanned, lay wispy about his face, but he wasn’t old. At least, his skin didn’t look old. However, it didn’t look healthy, either. Milky and thin, it stretched taut across his bones. The stranger, a little taller than she, stood erect, as if his skeleton needed his willpower to keep it in place. His eyes gazed at her expressionlessly, unmoving and pallid, and they seemed to have too much liquid in them. They were a pasty color blue. Here, before her, stood the ghost of a man, Marianne thought.
As if the look on her face heralded a cue in a play he’d been performing for years, he spoke to her. “I know my appearance is strange. I am sorry if I frightened you. My name is Dr. Zamenof.”
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