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 Deja Vu  (6 ratings)by Judy Simpson Page 3 of 3 Finally, she went back to her bedroom, retrieved her laptop and set it on the Queen Anne writing desk in the old den, for the early afternoon sun made its round to the front of the house by now. She sat in her tapestry covered rocker and her eyes searched the book case for something to read since she had no inspiration to write. She picked an old favorite, a volume of verses that contained some of the poems she had memorized in High School. How far away in space and time was that school! Meanwhile, outside a drenching spring downpour matched the avalanche of her own bygone fantasy. Suddenly, she heard a faint laughter. It was the laughter of a young, carefree woman. She replaced the book and turned to the door. No one. But the laughter grew louder, until it shrilled in her ears, it deafened her. She ran out of the room, but the shrieking sound followed her throughout the house. "Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha!" "Who are you? Why are you chasing me? What do you want?" she asked, shielding herself with her hands in defense against the unseen perpetrator. "Hahaha! Don't you know who I am? It's my house, it will always be mine! Get out! Hahaha!" Eleanor could not stand the squealing tone of the voice, the high pitched, mocking, rippling laughter. With both hands over her ears, she ran out into the street and looked into the blinding rainbow in the sky. After the desperate screeching, grinding screams of an impotent break, everything became quiet and peaceful once again.
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