David awoke with a start in the darkness of his bedroom, not quite sure where he was at first. He felt alone. So alone. There was an aching emptiness so deep inside him it might have buried itself there and taken root. As he sat up, and swung his feet over the side of the bed, groping around for the switch to his bedside lamp, he heard the voice again. Her voice: “Promise me! No matter what happens, you must promise me!”
The words were out of his mouth before he even knew what he was saying: “I promise! I promise!” He could feel the emotion rising in him and was powerless to stop it. Hot tears sprang instantly from his eyes and a cry of anguish erupted from his throat. He began to weep uncontrollably, head in his hands, and cried out, “Oh my God ! Why? Why? WHY?!”
David fell from the bed onto his hands and knees, crying with such violence that he began retching. His head was pounding, and his heart was racing. The arcs of electricity had returned, and there was a rubbery taste in his mouth. Images were running through his head like a videotape on slow rewind: A hospital ward. Now a house with a rustic wooden fence outside it. Then an ice skating rink. A darkened cinema. Now Gary and Debbie at the Freeman house. The séance. The blonde girl sitting next to him, holding his hand. She was the fourth person at the séance! Now the blonde girl looking at him and smiling. Gary introducing her to him, “This is Debbie’s sister, Lisa.”
There was a brief moment of eerie stillness, and then something clicked in his mind. An overwhelming tidal wave of memories hit him all at once. Lisa! Her name was Lisa! Lisa Morgan! “Oh my God ! I remember you now!” He was at once pounded by a fresh wave of intense emotion, and he rolled over on to his back crying out in an agony of grief. “What happened? How could I have forgotten you so thoroughly?”
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