Deb’s earlier ideas of wondering about some kind of mental trouble with Cliff faded more with each passing minute, especially since she was getting a near-constant urge to peek over her own shoulder.
“What are the nightmares about?” Jeff said. “Anything you can remember?”
“You mean any of that bad s**t I went through as a kid?” Cliff said. “Some of it shows up behind my eyes even all these years later, but that’s not what I’m getting now. I can’t remember hardly any of them, which isn’t like me at all. What I can remember is running around all through this house, like I’m trying to find something. Or more like something might be trying to find me.”
“Anyone gotten hurt here?” Deb said. “Lately or in the past?”
Cliff frowned. “Nothing beyond the usual accidents and falls and such. Beside
