She stood up. I flinched, as though she’d taken a step towards me. She hadn’t, but her eyes were fixed on mine.
Some nightmares are too powerful even for dream catchers. It’s not me giving you bad dreams dearie.
Leaning forward, I whispered:
Stay away from White Gables.
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