Subj: Josette's Journey
Date: 10/31/98 12:29:24 AM Central Standard Time
From: Beverly LaCroix

Barnabas? Josette thought to herself. She couldn't speak. Her thoughts were tumbling one after another:Why am I so cold, Josette thought to herself. She lay in an unknown darkness, afraid to move. The coldness was overwhelming her. But more than being cold, she was hungry. She had never felt such hunger. I have to eat. She tried rising, but was met
with resistance, it was a wood covering. She wanted to move it, but found she couldn't move. Struggling to move her arms until she gave up, she began to panic. Where am I? she thought. Trying to think of something else to forget the hunger, she thought about Barnabas, and felt desire flooding through her. Calmed for a moment until she felt something moving over her face and realized it was a spider, and she was in a box -- panic was overtaking her. Silently screaming for Barnabas, she felt a thrumming in her head, and oddly enough she calmed down. She felt a warmth cocoon her, and relaxation stole over her weary limbs. Master? She thought to herself, and did not question why. She could hear the lapping of water nearby, concentrating, she knew she was on a ship. The water and the thrumming simultaneously were making her sleepy.

"Josette. Josette!" Then she started screaming silently. She knew that voice. That was the voice of death on Widows Hill. The laughter started, and would not stop. No matter how hard she tried to open her mouth and scream, she could not. She was paralyzed. She felt the thrumming intensify, but it only helped sporadically.

"Angelique!" Josette mouthed the name of her tormentor, as she lay helpless, unable to do anything but listen.

"Yes, Josette, it is me!" Angelique replied followed by the laughter echoing off the walls of the coffin, getting louder, and not ceasing.

Josette could feel the insanity start to encompass her.