The Skeletons VII
20 years ago, Fresno, California
Thirteen-year-old Sam jerked off the couch, gasping for breath, panting and heaving like she had been underwater for too long. She collapsed on the floor, her mind filled with new---old memories. She could see the hypnotist, looking at her in concern and surprise, sat on her chair as if paralyzed.
She had been screaming, and her throat felt like sandpaper. Yes, she knew exactly why.
Sam pushed herself back up, arms and knees trembling, from exhaustion and terror.
Her face soaked with both sweat and tears, and she ran.
She ran, not knowing where to.
But she continued to run till she couldn't run anymore.