He awoke on a cold hard floor surrounded by complete darkness. His entire body ached. What happened?
Where was he? Had he been kidnapped? Panic stricken he searched for his phone. A silly thought. A kidnapper wouldn’t leave his phone.
He had gone to dinner with friends the night before. He couldn’t remember anything after. Had he been drugged?
Then he remembered the bright lights.
Like a slow-motion movie playing in the back of his mind he started to remember everything else.
And then it appeared. The glowing figure’s outstretched hand ready to guide him through to the next step.
About the Creator
Heidi McCloskey
I have internally decided that I am a writer. Since that decision was made, the voice in my head has changed. It’s become louder as it begs to be released.


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