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The Apartment #192


Rick slowly opened his eyes, fighting against sleep and monumentally heavy eyelids. There'd been a dream. A horrible, disturbing dream: his heart thumping madly in his chest testified to that, as did the cold sweat that clung to him and the fear that filled his stomach.
There'd been a nightmare.
And there'd been a scream. A long, despairing scream.
He forced his drooping eyelids open.
Timmy was obviously playing beside him on the floor.. And nearby was Tracey, on her knees.
Rick tried to move, but his muscles wouldn't respond.
So he just watched as Timmy crawled giggling towards Tracey.

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