But like, as not it was something she was compelled to do,
Still he pulled her but now she felt it too.
Every nightmare, every thought, every word would have to be repeated
For somewhere there was a clue in which her nightmares could be defeated.

Right her is where it all started, right here is where it would end,
But not yet. First she had business to tend.
Something vaguely familiar something about the attic,
Slowly walking up the rickety steps and nearing the door she panicked.

Her fear of enclosed places was no big secret, but this was so much more,
What was she to find lurking behind the attics trap door?
Really she had no choice but to open it. It was time,
She could think, she could feel, she hurt, she was his mind.

Part 10

It wasn’t hard to find what she searched for because she knew,
Yes she knew. All her past trips had held the clues.
Between the pages of a book his soul had been trapped,
Forever holding him with no way out.

And that is why he sent her in search for the book,
Okay there was so much in here so where should she first look.
A huge box stuck back in the corner beckoned her to it,
It was so big she could climb inside but that wasn’t what was meant.

Not inside the box no, it was hid behind inside the wall,
Not to be found till she was called.
A hammer lay in the floor the head rusted and the handle was split,
But it didn’t matter she knew she had to use it.

She used the claw to pull at the rotted boards ripping them,
Splinters jabbed at her hands but she didn’t realize because she was him.
Digging around inside the wall she found it at last,
The end to this mystery the key to the past.

So yellow with age how had it kept from falling apart?
Well that was unimportant now she sat on a crate trying to think which page to start.
Surely the whole thing page by page didn’t need to be read,
For in truth only since he had been dead.

The wind whipped and the pages swiftly turned on their own,
Then the eerie sound of deaths song.
Chills racked her body from the cold inside,
And the smell of fresh dug dirt oh my God he had been buried alive.

Why? He could not scream, his breath had all but disappeared,
And for the first time in his life he knew real fear.
This time for him there was no escape,
But to late now to let them know of their mistake.

The wrong one, he thought you have the wrong one,
Oh mother, mother he cried was not I but your other son.
He was the highwayman responsible for all those misdeeds,
The one that led the raid on my lady loves retreat.

The one to split my skull and lay me to rest in the cell,
But I am not dead, so why bury me alive in hell.
Or am I dead? Yet really I must be,
Only my soul lives until the truth is known it will not be free.

My twin, my own brother how could he do this thing?
I the good he the evil, framing me for his deadly deeds.
So long an eternity wandering about easing my soul,
And my ladylove it wasn’t me, but this she must know.

Aye but we looked so alike, and our speech the same,
She must know, has to know it was all his evil game.
But no, surely she knew I wasn’t capable I could never stand her agony,
I should have been there to protect her, but instead I was away.

Ana, my ladylove please forgive me for failing you,
We must be patient for I know not what else to do.
I have called her she will release our souls to peace,
And in our new after life we will find release.

Shaking her head she returned to normal discovering she had seen through his eyes,
No pages in the book had been turned, it remained on the day he had lived and died.
Two sons, twin boys, born out of wedlock over a hundred years.
Looking over the family tree she could not stop her tears.

Her great, great, grandmother was listed and her grandmother too,
Perhaps that’s why he called to her she was part of his roots.
Taking the book downstairs with her she heard a knock upon the door,
It opened with ease, Damn girl where you been? It’s a quarter till four,

Hello Thomas, just finishing up my newest story,
Oh no I was supposed to meet you I am so sorry.
It’s okay I know how you are when you start to right,
But really if we are going to the lake let’s go while there’s still light.

Just a minute let me grab my things, I’ll be right back,
She disappeared down the hallway and Thomas sat in a chair where a pile of papers was stacked.
Invaded Dreams hmmm wonder what kind of story this would be?
He picked up the first page and started to read.

She appeared after he read the first chapter,
Excellent imagination, followed by his laughter.
As they walked out the door she looked back time for a little reality
Her tormentor and ladylove smiled but only she could see.