In my dream, I saw a swing and a lake. The swing moved gently in the breeze, but the lake was as flat and still as if it was frozen.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my arm and a warm whisper in my ear.
‘No bad deed goes unpunished,’ it said. I hadn’t heard that voice for years and it froze the blood in my veins. It was Annabelle. She’d come to haunt me.
‘I didn’t mean to push you that hard,’ I told her.
‘But you did!’