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Elise Phillips, a doctor in training, has successfully repressed her kidnapping five years prior. The only problem is...she has six and one-half days to remember every terrible detail, or a total stranger will die…



A SINISTER VISION: Know This Much Is True – 


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Then she saw the numbers. Six, sixteen, thirty-six.

Six days. Sixteen hours. Thirty-six minutes.

There was no turning back now.

The timer flashed on the dirty wall at the top of those same awful, creaking stairs. The metallic scent of blood filled the air and started dripping down the wall. She heard the drip, drip, drip of thick crimson heme stain the musty, old floorboards. Bleach followed. Then she heard the clock tick.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

The lesson had begun.

That was all the time she had...until someone died.

Unless she found them. Unless she changed their fate. Unless she faced her deepest demons. Unless she learned the lesson, accepted the assignment...for them both.

No. I won't. You can't make me. Not again. Not fair. This is my life. My choice. My decision. I don’t want to remember what happened.

It would be five years ago next month that they had found her mostly dead body on Strawberry Lake. No one knew how she had gotten there. Not even her. Then the surgeons saved her, sort of anyway. She thought she was done having visions, but here she stood smack dab in the middle of one. Damn it!

She had no memories of her kidnapping, of this house, of him…to speak of. Yet here she was. Again.

The frost-coated headstone popped back into her mind. 

Jill Vickerey

Survived by her loving mother.

May her heart rest in peace.

In peace? “Whatever, Mom.”

She glanced at the blood running down the wall. Too much, yet also too little, red goo. May my heart finally rest in peace, not.

The same evil place. The top of those stairs. Back at that horrid wall.

What happened to us, Jill?

The last vision had occurred…one year ago? Elise had effectively ignored it the last time by covering her eyes, sticking her fingers in her ears, and screaming as she ran back down the stairs. 

Not this time. It wasn't working. Shit!

She awoke, panting in her on-call room still holding onto one word: “Levi.”

It was just a dream, Elise. Just a dream about blue jeans or something. Calm down.

Even then, though, she already knew better. The space between her eyes felt hot, tingled. Not a dream. A vision.

She rubbed her forehead and sighed. Maybe she could pretend she didn’t remember. What vision? What house? Me? Who?

Looking for relief for her parched throat, she grabbed the water bottle and downed it. It wasn’t enough.

Not better. Crap, crap, crap. I’m screwed.

She looked at the nightstand table. The pen on the floor had been knocked off the side table. Oh no!

She glanced at her notepad and shook her head violently side to side in disbelief. Please be empty. Please. Nothing. It’s blank. Please.

She had to know for sure. Unable to stop herself, she looked back.

Her wish went unanswered. On her morning patient census, the figures taunted her. The ink, still wet, was scratched across the notepad in her own handwriting:

6  16  36  Jill & Levi

That was all the time she had to save them.