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and door on the other side of…whatever
it was.
    A sound of surprise left my lips, and as it did,
the shape moved. I felt the weight of something sit down on my bed. My mind was
screaming at me to move, to run, but I found I was frozen in place. I was
afraid, but something else was holding me immobile.
    The weight shifted on the bed, and the shadow
moved again. The thing on the bed was leaning toward me…
    Then it was on me.
    Is this
real? Am I dreaming?
    I could feel its weight crawl over my legs. I
could feel it wiggle against my stomach and then slide over my chest. And
that’s when the pressure began at my neck.
    I suddenly couldn’t breathe. This was no dream.
This was happening. Something was choking me.
    I tried to open my mouth to scream, but no sound
came out. I tried to take in a deep breath, but before I could, the pressure
around my throat increased. The world around me started to narrow in, and as it
did, a burst of images raced across my mind.
    It was cold. I was lying on a grave, and a young
man was straddling my body, his hands wrapped around my throat. I could feel
his fingers digging into my skin. I was dying. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to
pull his hands away, and when that didn’t work, I reached out to scratch his
face, but he pulled back, out of my reach, keeping his grip firm around my neck.
He was killing me. His eyes blazed into mine—they were dark eyes, full of…what?
I expected to see hatred and anger, but instead they were full of fear.
    He was afraid for me. He didn’t want to hurt me.
    Luke .
The name rang through my head as I began to fall and tumble into darkness.
    The vision changed. Now I was alone, in a great
expanse of black. A cloud surrounded me. It grew and a large, dark abyss opened
up before me like a great chasm. From within its depths came voices and sounds.
Unnatural laughter and then something more primal. A growling.
    A pair of red eyes appeared within the inky blackness.
They started to move closer. There was a louder noise this time, like an animal
chewing and gnashing its teeth. I heard a scream, and then another. A voice
floated across my mind.
    Not yet.
What I want from you, you can’t give. Not yet. But soon.
    And then there was a shout, and lights blazed
overhead. The pressure eased up as quickly as it had started, and I sucked in one
breath and then another. I can breathe .
I bolted upright in bed and tried to calm my pounding heart. What had just
happened?
    My eyes focused, and I swallowed a scream. The old
woman I’d met in the common room was standing in the doorway. Her white hair swung
wildly back and forth as she shouted at me. “Didn’t you put any salt across the
thresholds?”
    I shook my head. I’d thought the guy at dinner was
just being crazy when he told me about the ghosts and the salt.
    She came over and peered down at me. “Sea salt
works best, but you can’t get it in this place.”
    My hands went to my throat. The skin felt tender
and bruised.
    She pulled my hands away and inspected me. “Choking
ghosts are the worst.”
    “Choking ghosts?” My voice came out in harsh rasp.
    “You’ll live.” She straightened up and looked
around the room. “They’re always full of so much anger.” Something jingled at
her side. A large metal key chain with half a dozen keys hung out of the pocket
of her blue robe. She noticed me looking. “Oh, those.” She tucked the keys back
into the pocket. “I've got master keys to the place.” She giggled. “But the
doctors and nurses don’t know. This place is a ghost town at night.” She
laughed louder. “The night staff barely makes rounds. They spend all their time
sleeping at the front desk. I’ve never been much of a sleeper, especially
during the witching hour—too much activity going on. I like to roam
around, keep myself busy.” She walked over to the window and looked out. “The
witching hour lasts from midnight to three o’clock in the morning. It’s the
busiest time of night for