Chapter Eight
Tam sat on a fence post. A beautiful garden grew around her. Bees buzzed among bright flowers. Birds fluttered in the hedges. The sunlight was so intense that it hurt her eyes.
She felt the approaching horror before she heard it. The earth shuddered under its slow tread. All about her, flowers blackened and lost their petals. Birds died in flapping agony. The post that Tam sat upon became a sharpened stake. She screamed and clutched at it, vainly trying to avoid impalement. The footsteps were close now. The stake driving into her trembled in sympathetic vibration, pulsing like a priapic totem come to life.
Sudden light stabbed into Tam’s eyes, and she heard the rattle of the key in the lock. “Only a nightmare,” she thought. Then she became aware of the plug still filling h
