“My imagination was going wild, and that troublesome part of me didn’t care.”

“She had a wild imagination, and sometimes she could fool herself.”

“Tara flashed a 'look' at me. I didn’t like it very much. It made me feel---small.”

“Ok, she was close to being right. I did have a thing about cats. And I didn’t particularly have a good reason for feeling that way. It was as if it was, innate. Tara on the other hand had this freakish affinity towards them, or should I say, they towards her. It was like she had the fresh scent of salmon that only cats could smell. It was endearing, and a little creepy.”

“My heart nearly stopped. I could feel my pores open to release what sweat I had left.”

“This place was already affecting my brain.”

“I could feel my blood just starting to boil, like when I’d lost my car keys and I knew they were around somewhere close, but I couldn’t find them anyway, and I wanted to scream.”