Her Worst Nightmare
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Moving closer, he leant down, resting his hands on the edge of the bed.
'Because I know what you saw on the train, Casey.'
'You see too much,' the man had said. 'You shouldn't see.'
I swallowed and my throat resisted, pain burning there. 'Are you one of them?' I whispered. 'Are you like the guy on the train?'
He smiled then, a ghost of a smile that haunted his face. 'No,' he said, softly. 'No, I'm not like the guy on the train.'
Holding my gaze for a second, the smile faded as quickly as it appeared and he pulled back abruptly.
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