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Kathleen lay in bed that night listening to the gentle tap of rain against her window. She tossed fitfully from side to side, mulling over her problems. Finally the rhythm of the raindrops lulled her into half-consciousness. Darkness closed in around her, and she found herself in a shadowy room. An oppressive light, the source unknown, cast an eerie glow on damp stone walls. An atmosphere of suffering hung in the air. She could almost hear the screams of those who'd been here before her.
Through a dank fog, she moved at a slow, dreamlike pace until she reached the center of the vaulted chamber. She stood perfectly still, hoping to go unnoticed. The noise of her movements died away into the void of the otherwise soundless night.
Her body jerked as a veiled figure floated from the shadows, pointed an accusing finger at Kathleen, then said in an icy monotone, "You would not help me." It was Miriam's voice, but different, frigid. The specter receded into the darkness, when from another corner, an angry masculine voice shouted, "It's true what they say about you. Don't you have any pride?"
Kathleen crouched on the floor and covered her ears, but she couldn't block out the unwanted sounds. Yet another disapproving cry broke through, the familiar tone tearing at her heart. "You were not the son I needed." Holding her sides, she rocked back and forth like a baby. She stretched out one hand toward the apparition before her, but it recoiled from her touch. Then, as another shadow emerged and took shape, tears streamed down Kathleen's cheeks. "You have betrayed me," the vision charged her, as though with a crime. "You let strangers come into my house."
"No-o-o-o!" Kathleen's scream echoed down a tunnel, then her eyes opened and she bolted up in bed.
