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I was actually forced to move the site again since we have moved physically from Minneapolis to Southeastern Wisconsin.  In Minneapolis I had an internet connection that allowed me to host a server in my house with a 10MB up and down connection.  Here in Wisconsin I am not that fortunate, but have located what seems to be a solid hosting provider in Tiger Tech.

I will be transferring all posts from the old site and populating the stories as soon as I can.  Shortly I will start participating in Fiction Friday, Three Word Wednesday and am looking forward to NaNoWriMo at the end of the month.

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Jerald S Jackson

She held her hair back while she stooped to look through the eyehole.  An empty hallway, lit from one end by a hot sun burning through curtains that had long ago given up, was all she could see.  Placing her ear against the door, she listened for any movement.  Nothing.  She remained still.  Waiting.  Breathing.

The hallway, still empty, was no longer lit by the sun.  Instead the carpet and walls had taken on the slight greenish cast of the bare florescent bulbs that hummed overhead.  A flash of black caught her eye and she watched as a figure moved toward the stairwell, then disappeared into the open doorway.  Angel knew the second one would be waiting for her to open the door.  Given the position of the first, the second one had to be right next to her door.  There was no other place to hide.  She moved with care to a standing position, next to the door and placed her hands to either side of where the other figure would be standing. 

Angel closed her eyes and slowed her breathing.  In her mind she slid to the side.  Here the wall did not exist, but the other man did.  She reached out and clutched both of his arms, then pulled them back toward her.  At the last moment she slid back.  As usual the world returned to her in gradual steps.  Sounds faded in as if from far away.  Shapes reformed before her eyes and the colors followed soon after.  The pair of arms sticking through the wall were surrounded by blood running freely. 

The others would be here soon.  Angel shrugged into her jacket, pulling her hair free with one hand while reaching for her bag with the other.  This night was far from over.

Alice stroked the kitten idly as she stared at the door.  She showed no sign of hearing the knock and did not respond when the man in the white coat opened the door and said, "Good morning, Alice.  May I come in?"

Without waiting for a response he entered and carefully closed the door.  "Did she like the cream I sent yesterday?  I thought she might.  She's looking a bit thin."  He smiled and sat on the stool in front of the young girl.

"We need to run some more tests, Alice."  He watched her carefully.  "No more needles, I promise you that." 

Alice continued to stare at the door.  Other than her hand petting the kitten, she was catatonic.

"We are going to attach some leads to your head and take some measurements."  He paused.  It was difficult to talk with a patient that you suspected did not hear a word.  However there was always the chance that she would understand and was somehow unable to respond.  "It will not hurt at all."  He paused, searching for anything else to say that might comfort her.  For some reason he felt compelled to do whatever he could to keep her safe.

"I know."  Alice said.