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It had been over a year since David Owen had gone to prison, and while she was in the hallway, lying in her bed, and working in her study, the quiet presence of a strange specter had taken over the places she knew. It had taken her months to finally make him disappear, but on the one-year anniversary he had returned, right on time. The tip of the knife glinted in the dim light, reflecting the fear in her eyes and the twisted smile of his mask. It was pitch black all around her, as if her strength had been drained from her, unable to struggle, her limbs paralyzed on the floor, blood sliding through her face and seeping into her hair, and she knew he had succeeded this time.
Beads of sweat slid across her face as she stirred from the bed. No, it was just a dream. “Just a dream.” She murmured softly when her saw Jubal's hazel eyes cast a worried gaze. “David Owen again?” he wrapped his warm arms around Isobel, “He's serving his sentence in a prison hundreds of kilometers away, you can check it now”, he handed her her cell phone with David Owen's location in it, Jubal did, for Isobel's peace of mind by making a special application to be able to access the location of the electronic footlocker. “Besides, you have me on your side.” “Yeah.” she responded. Her eyes stared out the rainy night window, where the specter with the twisted smiling mask still stood, his empty eyes staring straight back at her, and her hands gripped his wrists, wrapping herself tighter in the covers. She knew that this could no longer be the place to stay.