I opened my eyes with drops of ice-cold sweat trickling down my forehead. I didn’t get to finish it, I felt prone to shut my eyes again and finish the dream-err perhaps nightmare, heck I don’t know what it was, but Jane didn’t let me go far enough.
“Good Morning Sam.”
Was now really a good time for this? A good morning, no, if I had some kind of throwing object anywhere near me I was going to grab it and throw at Jane to perhaps shut her-it up indefinitely, or at least until they came and fixed it.
My aggravation curled and gnawed.
I leapt off the bed and gave the monitor my angry face.
“What?” I said.
The monitor screen whirred on, Loading… on the bottom right, letters typed themselves on the screen:
Hello Sam, this is a TEXT Message sent to you by: Ms. Elizabeth William
There’s a key to the house next to your night table. I have work today so I will see you later on in the evening.