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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 71) Sam

Nadja knows how crazy all of this sounds, but her trust has been shattered so many times that she no longer knows who is a friend or who may be a foe. One single step in the wrong direction, one gesture of kindness turned against her, or one moment of letting her guard down and her entire life may take a drastic turn that she may never recover from. She knows this as fact and it frightens her to the bone.

“Oh no, SoapSuds. I just realized you are still online.” Viktor types in a private message to Nadja. “I thought you were signing off, if I had realized this sooner, I would have delayed my story. I hope in comparing the facts of my dream world to your true world they have made a split. I mean. . . I hope none of this is an accurate depiction of your daily life.”

Unsure if she should respond, Nadja pauses in her thoughts. The rambling of her mind keeps trying to twist and combine the possibility of Aaron acting as Viktor but, it cannot be possible. He is capable of many things, but going to this much of an elaborate stage does seem a bit exaggerated.

“Hi Viktor, it is alright. I was the one who said I was signing off so no worries. No, this is not my everyday life, however I have been known to make a few bad decisions which could very well take me down such a path. I should probably try to be a little more careful, huh?” She replies.

“Yes, when you put it that way, please be careful. My name is Viktor, by the way. It is nice to meet you, again.” He states in his note to her and then adds. “Hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m a light sleeper and tend to wake up a lot through the night. So shoot me a note and I will respond, you know, if you want to chat. I just thought I’d toss that out there.”

Shocked to hear this openness with a total stranger, Nadja surprisingly feels comforted by Viktor’s words. However, to keep her identity a secret, she decides to reply with a fake name. The first one that comes to mind is Sam. He is the owner of the small store near the train station and is a good friend of Carl’s. Besides, the name Sam is valid for both men and women.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 70) Fate

“I watched her flee the room,” Viktor writes on his blog, “but being inside the cabinet and behind the glass, I was helpless in assisting her. The next thing I hear is a massive crashing sound, like a truck running through a building! I even felt the massive earthquake like eruption in the cabinet!” Viktor methodically types. “That episode was bad enough, but nothing compared to the succession of screams from that beautiful girl that set me straight up in bed! I have never heard anything like that before in my life. It was horrific and sad and it literally jolted me out of my dream!”

Gasps and comments come flooding in from all of Viktor’s followers as they discuss the story he just told. A few of his closer friends even joke that he has reverted back to the childhood night terrors that used to pull him awake nearly every night at eleven o’clock. Most seem to be shocked with the level of fear and anguish he just described to them.

Nadja is now staring at the screen of her laptop wishing she had not lied to Viktor by stating she would sign off and read his note later. She wishes she truly had left the blog, for now she does not know if she will be able to sleep. Not after the direct description of where she is currently staying along with the many unknown factors that caused the girl in the dream to scream with such despair. It is frightening and she almost believes this scene may be a premonition of her true fate.

As Nadja rubs her hands up and down her arms quickly to warm them from the dampness in the room, she wonders if Viktor is like her aunt Josephine. Can he see the future and if so, is this a foretelling of what she herself will go through? Furthermore, is there anything that can be done to change the outcome? Yet again, could this all be a ploy put into action by Aaron to draw her back to him? Is he feeding her fear and creating this situation all to teach her a lesson and to dread being alone? Has the persona of VikT1000 been put into play as some elaborate game Aaron is playing?

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 69) Privacy

“Oh,” Nadja says under her breath. “What if I’m being tricked?” She looks behind her at the window. “Am I being set up?” She quizzes as she looks back at Viktor’s writing. “Is this Aaron on the other end of the blog? But it can’t be, this blogger helped me with my spider dream when I was still with Aaron, what would have been the motive for Aaron to be on the blog at that time?” She nervously bites her bottom lip. “No, Viktor is just a guy with vivid dreams, I’m putting more thought into this than I should. I’m tired and I’m building things up in my mind.”

“SoapSuds1920s, are you still with me?” Viktor asks. “I must tell you, I’d like to talk to you off line if that is the case, you know, if I am describing your home. Think of how cool that would be if I am seeing your house!” He hits enter then quickly follows with, “Yet, since you feel some of my descriptions closely resemble your everyday life, I hate to go on with this blog tonight, especially if you are heading off to bed.” Viktor explains. “It gets a little rough.”

This last sentence bothers Nadja for she can only imagine how Aaron would act if he was attempting to gain entry into the cottage. There would be no holding back and he would do everything from breaking windows to knocking down doors just to get at her. Another trickle of fear rushes down her spine and she shivers. It feels to her as if the temperature has dropped dramatically in the room.

“I am still here.” She replies to Viktor’s question. “You are correct, it is late where I am and I must get some sleep.” I will sign off now so you can finish your story. It might be best if I catch up with it in the morning.”

Nadja has no intention of signing off the blog at this point. No matter how bad the rest of the story is, she feels she must hear it. Viktor is describing so many of the items around her and in dramatic detail. It is almost as if he is standing, right here in the room with her, listing all that he can see. Again, she turns to look behind her at the exposed window. Quickly, she dashes toward it, pulling the thin curtains over the glass to gain a little privacy.

“Here I am, in a safe house, in the middle of the woods and I’m running around like a frightened child.” She says to herself as she peeks out to double check the chair she propped under the door handle is still there. “I need to secure the back door as well.” She says as she heads to the kitchen.

Returning to her room and the laptop after placing the other kitchen chair under the handle of the back door, she reads what VikT1000 has posted. True to what he stated, that things became a bit rough toward the end of his dream, she reads his words with intensity.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 68) Details

At the bottom right corner of the window, Nadja can see a branch of the plant pressed up against the glass and as the wind blows, the stem moves. Again, the strange sound occurs as she continues watching it move across the windowpane.

“Debunked.” She says with confidence. “Now back to VikT1000’s weird dream.

As she sits down once again, she begins to read the blog where she left off, which happens to be Viktor’s description of how the older woman pointed to the new door in the room. He explains the creepy feeling that came over him when he turned to confirm with her that this is what she was expecting him to see, but states she had vanished into thin air, she was just. . . gone.

“Okay, now that is a bit spooky.” Nadja thinks to herself.

She looks out through her bedroom door to the sofa in the living room. It is uncanny at how many of the details VikT1000 is writing about match up nearly perfect with the layout and furnishings of the cottage. So much so, that Nadja steps around the door frame to inspect the wall for a mystery door.

“Yes, it is getting late and you are spooking yourself.” She laughs.

She returns to her seat and the blog just as Viktor begins to tell of the older woman standing in the grand cathedral type of room. He describes how bad it made him feel to see her crying and how odd it was to find himself inside the wooden cabinet looking through the mirror. Nadja glances at the tall deep stained wardrobe cabinet of her bedroom. Once again, it is frightening reading his details for they resemble so many of the items around her.

“Hey VikT1000, have you been snooping around my house?” Nadja grins as she hits enter, adding her comment to his page.

“Ha ha. No.” He replies to Nadja. “Does this dream place sound familiar? Do you dream about it too by chance?”

With a laugh, she starts to reply. However, as she continues to read on, and the man at the window enters the story, a chill rushes across her shoulders. It is Aaron, there is no doubt that the man at the window in VikT1000’s dream is him, but this isn’t possible. How could this total stranger know so much about her life and the place she lives if they have never met?

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 67) Blogging

In the time difference of three hours away, Nadja is up much later than normal and has decided to visit the blogging site before she goes to bed. In her bedroom, with a chair pulled up in front of her dresser, she looks at her laptop. Her evening has stayed quiet with no further calls from Aaron and this is perfectly fine with her, but it is also frightening.

“What is the saying? Revenge is best served cold?” She questions to herself. “He would definitely want revenge on me for leaving him.”

Nadja leans out from her chair to look at the lock on the front door. The bolt is thick and long and she feels confident it will keep most intruders out without a problem. Yet, she knows Aaron’s anger so well that she feels no door or window will protect her for long. She cannot help but want to add more strength to her security. Walking to the kitchen, she takes one of the chairs from the table and carries it to the living room. Pushing the back of the chair up under the handle of the door, she hopes this will add one extra barrier to anyone trying to enter and by anyone, she means Aaron.

“He has not called back and I do not know what that means.” She mumbles as she sits down, once again, in front of her laptop.

After signing into the dream blog, she reads a few notes from fellow participants and then notices Viktor’s blog has lit up once again for the second night in a row. She begins to read his description of the cabin and older woman. Shaking her head a bit dismayed, she cannot help but think of her aunt Josephine when she was in her late forties. She would wear her hair down like that at times and in typical fashion for her aunt, she would have been very understanding of anyone who may have wandered by the cottage.

“Wow, this is very interesting.” Nadja types as a note to VikT1000. “It sounds a lot like my Aunt and her cottage.” She says aloud in a light-hearted manner as she types the same words.

Nadja continues to read the narrative of the events he experienced while other bloggers offer their input as they usually do here. The wind outside the cottage seems to be gaining strength and the shrub outside her window scratches at the glass creating an odd and somewhat frightening sound. Turning around in her chair, Nadja looks out at the darkness of the night and there it is again, the scratching sound.

“What is that?” She questions as she gets up from her seat and walks over to inspect the window.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 66) Relax

Quickly, the young woman dashes toward the doorway of her room then disappears into the darkness of the adjoining space. Glancing back at the window, it is now empty of the ominous male who seems so determined to gain entry. Suddenly, there is a crashing loud noise as if a door has just been broken down so violently that the cabinet Viktor is in even shakes in response. The screams that follow are deafening and distressing to such a level that Viktor jumps, nearly leaping out of bed in fear.

“Holy. . .!” Viktor yells as he sits up in his bed ready to defend himself against some unseen enemy.

The clock in his bedroom reads 3:33 a.m. and the sweat beads on his forehead feel cold to his skin as he sits in the darkness of his room. Still unsure if he is awake or asleep, Viktor looks toward his window at the thin curtains holding back the light of the street lamps. They only allow a pale blue tint to filter through into the room. Shaking, he gets out of bed and stands in the middle of his room, listening as if expecting to hear the woman scream once again, but nothing happens and his heart begins to slow its pace as he forces his body to relax.

“What the hell just happened?” He questions to himself as thunder rumbles nearby. “Oh, I bet we are in for a storm. Maybe that explains the loud crashing sounds in my dream, but. . . I have never experienced strong interactions like this before.”

He runs his hands through his sweaty hair as he walks to the kitchen of his apartment for a glass of water. Glancing at the clock on the microwave oven, he shakes his head and decides that since he is usually up by five o’clock, he might as well stay awake and be constructive with his time. Pulling his chair up to his desk, he sits down and opens his laptop.

“Time to add a few tidbits to my blog, they are going to love this!” Viktor says as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 65) Gushing

Pressing his fingers up to the glass, Viktor wants to make sure this is not some sort of fairytale trick where he is supposed to step through to a different dimension or place.

“No, it’s solid.” He says as he taps the glass with his knuckle.

As if this was a command of some sort, the fog quickly flows away in all directions much as it would if a gust of wind blew through the dense moist air. The rapid dissipation exposes a bedroom and across the way is a window. Taking time to focus in on the details, Viktor recognizes this to be the same room he observed the night prior, but now he can tell that someone is outside the cabin looking in. It appears to be a man, fairly tall in height and with very short hair. As this suspicious individual tips his head from side to side, it is obvious he is balding in the back, but most noticeable are his very prominent broad shoulders. The expression upon the man’s face is not that of wonder but of complete determination and anger.

Movement in the bed redirects Viktor’s eyes and he quickly recognizes the young woman from his previous dreams. The resemblance to the older woman he started this mysterious adventure with is uncanny and he knows they must be related in some way. With a startled expression, the young woman leaps from the bed and backs away from the window so quickly that she knocks the lamp to the floor.

“What the?” Viktor questions to himself. “What is going on here?” He wonders as he continues to observe this interaction.

Pounding hard on the window, the man looks menacing and evil as his appearance becomes more determined and violent. Bang! Both of his fists hit the glass and the woman lets out a frightened scream as she slides along the wall trying to make her way to the doorway of her room. Passing in front of the mirror, Viktor places his hand on the glass thinking he can touch her or pull her to safety, but in no way does his action change things.

“I warned you!” Yells the man as he grits his teeth and lashes out at the window once again with his fists.

This angry man appears to be growing in size as he watches the movement of the woman in the room. Knowing this is a dream, Viktor tries to remind himself that it is a trick of the eye and a subconscious reaction to something in his daily life, but this does not change the rush of adrenaline that is gushing through his veins at this moment.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 64) Cathedral

“I like to run the show,” Viktor says barely audible, “and this come-hither from the door is kind of creeping me out, I can’t lie.”

He slowly approaches the opening and looks in at the darkness. With each step he takes, the area begins to lighten slightly and soon he walks through the dim area into a large room. Stone pillars stand tall in this cathedral setting and the coolness of the stone causes him to shiver. The ceiling of this massive place is nearly four stories tall and long slender glassless windows streak the walls in amber light.

“Amazing.” Viktor says as he looks up in awe at this magnificent scene. “What on earth am I walking through?”

Every echoing step taken reverberates for several seconds as it blends in with the next movement. The area is open, no furniture of any kind disturbs the graceful curves of the archways or the smoothness of the floor. Viktor’s rational mind tells him this is a pointless addition to the current dream but the overwhelming feeling he has of being in such a grand place has him smiling.

“I’ve always said my dream world is beyond anything my real life can offer.” He grins. “Why can’t I just stay here?”

It is at this moment he notices he is not alone. Deeper into the room standing next to a pillar is a woman. From this distance, he is not positive but she appears to be the woman from the cabin, yet she is dressed in different clothing and her hair is up in a loose bun near the nape of her neck. Her gaze is not upon him, instead she is looking forward and seems very intent on what is holding her focus. The closer he gets the more he can see her eyes are filled with anguish and tears are slowly, one by one slipping down her cheeks as if in slow motion.

“What is it? Ma’am? Are you alright?” Viktor questions as he follows the direction she is looking.

To his surprise, standing across the way is a large wooden cabinet and cut into the center is a tall full-length mirror. It is the only piece of furniture in the entire place and not until he steps directly in front of it does he realize he is now inside the cabinet, looking out through the glass. He does not see a reflection of himself, nor that of the woman, in fact, she and the massive room are now gone. He is standing inside walls of solid wood that smell thick with lacquer and sawdust and this backside to the mirror appears to be full of mist or fog. He wonders, what image did the woman see that brought tears to her eyes and why does he now find himself trapped in this confined space?

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 63) Inviting

“So, how long have you lived here?” Viktor questions and there is a slight pause before the woman answers.

“I believe several lifetimes.” She says as she straightens one of the sheer curtains hanging across the window.

Her back is to Viktor, which tells him right away that she does not fear him. She pulls her long brown hair to one side as she moves from the lace curtain to fiddle with the throw pillows on the sofa. She is attractive and seems kind but he does not believe this is the woman from his recurring dreams, even though her features are much the same. No, this woman is older but not old enough to have gray hair. One thing he does know for sure is that he finds her answer to his question to be very interesting, so he decides to continue to seek information.

“So how is it that one knows they have lived many lifetimes?” Viktor quizzes now feeling more like himself.

“Because, like yourself, I see further and know more than those venturing through for the first or second time.” The woman says in a matter of fact way. “You can manipulate your dream travels very well young man.”

Without a pause to her last statement, the woman raises her arm and points to the main door of the house. Viktor grins for he feels this is her way of asking him to leave. However, as he turns toward the door in respect of her command to go, he realizes there is a door on the wall, right next to the entry door. The dark wood and gold toned handle do not match the rest of the room and he knows for a fact, this door was not here the first time he ventured to this cabin. He remembers the disappointment he felt when he checked upon entering. As he turns to confirm this with the woman, he realizes she is gone.

“Um, hello? Ma’am?” Viktor questions as he leans back to gain a view into the bedrooms and kitchen. “Are you still here?”

A silent hush has fallen over him as if his ears are stuffed with cotton. The inner thoughts in his mind are loud and almost echoing as he tries to process what he is experiencing. Turning back around he hears a click and the new door opens as if inviting him in.

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Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 62) Quiver

From his dream state office cubicle, Viktor focuses on his own reflection in the window, but with the commotion of his co-workers walking back and forth, he tries to look past the mirror-like effect the glass presents. Then he sees it, a bright yellow leaf and instantly he zeros in on it. Just one slightly yellow transformation of fall is in his sights. Closing his eyes, he envisions the cabin he found the night before and as the image becomes clearer and the sounds more audible, he opens his eyes to find he has placed himself exactly where he wanted to be. The door to the cabin is slightly ajar and songbirds are fluttering all around in a delightful frenzy.

“Well well well, what have we here?” Viktor can feel himself grin. “Damn I’m good.”

Pushing his hand against the wooden door, he swings it open allowing sunshine to stream in causing golden streaks to run across the worn wooden floor. The sun is setting low in the sky and as he steps between it and the doorway; he believes it to be nearing five o’clock. His shadow stretches out across the floorboards and this causes him to smirk.

“Well would you look at that, I have a five o’clock shadow.” He says in a joking tone.

“Who are you?” A female voice questions loudly but not in a demanding way.

Startled to hear a voice in a place he thought to be vacant, Viktor turns and finds a woman sitting on the sofa, calm and at ease with her hands folded in her lap. She does not seem to be frightened by his appearance here in what he believes to be her home, and she stays seated instead of standing in defense.

“I. . . I am so sorry, I didn’t realize anyone lived here.” Viktor states, he can hear a quiver in his voice.

“I do, live here that is.” The woman says in a soft tone. “Are you nervous? You sound shaky. Do you need to sit down?”

Viktor never loses his cool and he almost laughs at her questions yet, she is right, he feels nervous. Looking around, all of the details are exactly as he remembers from his previous dream, so he knows he is in the right place. Yet, never has he experienced an encounter like this. He feels as if he is invading this woman’s privacy, but it is just a dream, a fantasy world, yet she acts as if she too knows this.

“Are you hungry?” The woman asks as she stands up, walks behind him, and closes the door.

“Umm, no I do not believe I am.” Viktor replies now intrigued as to which direction this odd little house will take him next.

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