EXCERPT: From the story titled "Ancient History":
“… I was reading in bed one night when I heard a door slam. I froze and listened. I tried to read again, turning the pages quietly so as to hear – and, probably, so as not to be heard. Then I got a grip and said to myself firmly, ‘Now, you’re a grown person. You should get up and check on that door…’
“I was standing a couple of feet from where you’re sitting, right at the edge of that rug, when I saw a woman walk through the dining room door. She took a couple of steps and stopped opposite me. My first desperate thought was that it was some kind of optical illusion or shadow, or that a light outside was casting a strange reflection of my own body. I remember my neck went stiff as a board. I slowly turned my head, just a fraction of an inch, to see, with the corner of my eye, whether the shade was up on the window behind me. It wasn’t. Besides, I was in pajamas and had curly, shoulder-length hair, and she was in a long skirt with her hair either short or pulled up in a bun. She was no reflection...” |