Anna bolted upward, clutching the patchwork quilt to her chest. Shudders wracked her body as she gulped in deep breaths .Shudders wracked her body as she gulped in deep breaths. She buried her face into the old familiar blanket, reaching for any kind of comfort. The last wispy layers of the nightmare faded, but her skin crawled with residual fear.She slept on a too-soft mattress that occupied an eleborate bronze frame. Across from he bed , a white marble hearth hoised a low-burning fire. She glanced at the rose - covered wallpaper and elehant mahogany trim frowned . Where the heck-oh yeah. Silv7er Creek. Cripes. She took aa deep breath to still the poundng of her heart.A terrible ringing thrummed in her head. She pressed her palms against her ears , but the unceasing balls won't stop. She pulled away her hands , realizing with shaky chagrin that the thrill of the phone had woken her.She picked up the receiver .