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Waking up the next day,
I tried to figure it out. Maybe I needed a break from everything. I no longer felt like my
old self, and I wasn't even sure why. Something was pulling me somewhere. (LISTEN)
Descent Into The Void.mp3 I got off the trolley at Kenmore Square/Commonwealth Ave and
started walking to clear my head. I found myself wandering around the Fenway area when I
got caught in a rainstorm. On impulse, I quickly ducked inside the Gunthner Museum.
Realizing I might be here for awhile, I made the best of the situation and decided to look
around until the rain stopped. The Gunthner Museum has all these old portraits that a very wealthy woman had owned. This place had actually been her magnificent home at one point. Walking in and out of the exhibit rooms, I started to feel funny. I felt a presence. I smelled her perfume and could hear her voice. I stopped and looked around but I was totally alone. (listen) Museum Scene.mp3 Panicking, I rushed from room to room. I stopped and shook my head. Slowly looking up at the portrait on the farthest wall I saw it. But it couldn't be. I approached the portrait and looked at the woman in the portrait. My eyes fell to the nameplate... "PAMELA DAVIS" SALEM, MASS 1692
Pamula, Pamela Davis 1692, strange coincidence. . . . . or not? |