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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: A writer comes face-to-face with her muse, who has a thing or two he'd like to discuss…

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1996
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2002

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Words: 3300
Reading time: 9-13 min.
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It was my first night alone in our new house, the first night in years that I'd felt safe in my own bedroom. For three years of pain and terror, Mike and I had tried to make the little house in Titusville a home, but it was no use evil forces were at work that hadn't given us a moment's peace from the day we set foot in the door, and finally we had to admit defeat, take the children, and leave.
I leaned back into the pillows. Tomorrow I would get Maggie, Mikey, and Katie from their grandmother's, and Mike would be home, and the terrible business of the Titusville Terror (as I've referred to our experiences in my two previous books) would be at an end. Thankful, I pulled the comforter close around me and reached for the light.
The door creaked open. "Mike?" I said unthinkingly as I looked up.
"No, Helen," said the shadow in the door, "it is not Mike. It is I."
I gasped in horror there, framed by the doorway, stood the figure in brown, the terrible revenant that had led the spirits of the old house in their unholy crusade against my family. It stepped forward, its brown monk's robe trailing behind it. Within the darkness of the cowl two yellow sparks, unearthly yet oh-so familiar, gleamed with a feral light.
I shrank back, clutching the bedclothes to me. "Don't come near me or I'll I'll "
"Hit me with your pillow?" it intoned, moving to the side of the bed. "Come now, Helen. You didn't think to be free of us so easily, did you, foolish girl?"
"I"
"I have something for you, Helen," it said. "I've wanted you. You know I've wanted you. Look what I have here." It held up something in its skeletal hand.
I looked. There, on the old coat hanger, was a burial shroud, slashed and hemmed into a negligee.
It held the rotted cloth out to me. "Put it on, Helen."
In wordless horror I took the horrid...