The Secret Bedroom (1991)
“Deena said softly.
“No blood,” Lea repeated. The yellow light made everything unreal, dreamlike. But it was easy to see that the door was as it had always been, solid, locked, boarded up—and dry.
“So it was a dream after all,” Lea whispered, staring straight ahead.
“What a relief,” Deena said, sighing.
Lea knew she should feel relieved. But to her surprise, she felt more frightened than ever. “Let’s go downstairs,” she said quickly.
Deena led the way down so Lea could replace the trapdoor. They were heading down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
“Police!” a voice called from outside the front door.
“Oh, no!” Lea groaned, raising her hand to her forehead. “I forgot. I called the police. What am I going to tell him?”
“Police!” the voice repeated. This was followed by loud pounding on the door.
“I don’t know!” Deena cried.
“I can’t tell him I had a bad dream!” Lea wailed.
She pulled open the front door. A very young-looking police officer stood under the porch light in a dark blue unifo...rm, one hand on his gun holster, one hand raised, ready to knock again.MoreLess
“No blood,” Lea repeated. The yellow light made everything unreal, dreamlike. But it was easy to see that the door was as it had always been, solid, locked, boarded up—and dry.
“So it was a dream after all,” Lea whispered, staring straight ahead.
“What a relief,” Deena said, sighing.
Lea knew she should feel relieved. But to her surprise, she felt more frightened than ever. “Let’s go downstairs,” she said quickly.
Deena led the way down so Lea could replace the trapdoor. They were heading down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
“Police!” a voice called from outside the front door.
“Oh, no!” Lea groaned, raising her hand to her forehead. “I forgot. I called the police. What am I going to tell him?”
“Police!” the voice repeated. This was followed by loud pounding on the door.
“I don’t know!” Deena cried.
“I can’t tell him I had a bad dream!” Lea wailed.
She pulled open the front door. A very young-looking police officer stood under the porch light in a dark blue unifo...rm, one hand on his gun holster, one hand raised, ready to knock again.MoreLess
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