Chapter 14

Slowly, Scott awakened and then sat bolt upright in the bed. It was morning. He was in bed, the comforter in a disheveled mess around him, and unfortunately, alone. There was absolutely no sign of the woman, what-so-ever. He flopped back down onto his pillow laughing.

He closed his eyes and laughed again quietly to himself. It was just a dream after all. He pulled the covers up to his neck and snuggled down into them, rolling over on his side. He opened his eyes once more, looking at the alarm clock, but what caught his eye was the small, square object propped up next to the lamp.

The object was totally black, about 2 inches square and about as thick as a piece of construction paper. It seemed to suck in light. If Scott had known more about his lover from the previous night, he would have understood that that's exactly what it was doing.

He reached out and grabbed it. It weighed far more than it should and he struggled to pick it up. He