The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

It was like someone had splashed a bucket of hot, scolding water all over her face. Lynnette awoke inside her bed with such a jolt that she had to catch her breath that had been eluding her in her night terrors.

Soaking wet and crying, the young woman sat up in her bed clutching her heaving chest while tears dripped down from her eyes. Lynnette breathed in and out so rapidly that she had to force herself to calm down; before long, the inane beating of her heart gradually ceased, but not to a level where the woman was satisfied.

She reached over to her nightstand and yanked out the drawer from underneath before clamoring for the bottle that was within. Feverishly, she twisted open the bottle which in turn caused tiny pills to spill up and out of the bottle and all over the bed. Infuriated, Lynnette quickly gathered as many pills as she could grasp before stuffing a multitude into her mouth all at once. Before she knew it, she was on her knees, allowing the pills to take their effect. Lynnette's body began to sway back and forth on the bed. Her tank top shirt was saturated in sweat. She happened to notice that her panties were wet from both sweat and urine.

Before she could even attempt a simple move, her body began twitching and jerking before it ended up falling off the bed and onto the wood floor. Lynnette laid there trying her best to keep the "shakes" from taking full control of her. She grabbed her body all over in the hopes that she wouldn't awaken anyone else in the house.

After nearly ten minutes of commotion, her entire body went still. Lynnette remained on the floor for a moment or two more before she looked up at her clock to notice that it was 2:57 am.

As though she had just fought a battle, Lynnette slowly hoisted her body up by the aid of the bed's railing and sat herself down onto the mattress. She was still sweating profusely, but at least the convulsions had ended for the evening. Once she was able to regain her bearings, she got up and stepped over to the window that overlooked the backyard and alley. All she could see was the bright safety light that her father had installed on the back porch shine like a stadium's beam. Beyond that was nothing but nighttime darkness and sounds.

The woman rooted around a bit longer before she yanked the curtains back and walked herself out of the bedroom and into the blackness of the hallway. She stood and viewed all the bedroom doors before she carried on down the hall to the final door. With a shaking left hand, Lynnette twisted the knob and opened the door to find Isaiah fast asleep in his bed. She stood at the threshold momentarily before stepping inside and standing over the resting child. Her body wanted to shake, but she wouldn't allow it to be.

listened as her son snored away peacefully before he suddenly turned onto his side. Soon, Lynnette began to discover something very peculiar, she saw her own two hands raise and extend towards the boy. Inside her head was still the nightmare that

away. Before she knew it, she was backing out of the room and into the hallway, all the

"What are you doing?" Lynnette's mother appeared all of

Right there, Lynnette's body began shaking all over again, but only from sheer, stunned

"What?" She stammered. "Mama, what are you

was the

"Mama...what are you doing up?" Lynnette's

you doing in there?" Her

was becoming even more frightened of her mother

"Mama, why don't you go back to

need to be away from that