I am with Vicky whom I used to go to college with twenty years ago. We are outside and in an alcove in an embankment, I find a book called 'Undead Mania' which has a picture on the front of the monster off of 'Scottish Ghost Stories' - the first ghost book I had when I was a kid.
Something about babies and artwork.
With someone else. They give me a book. Badly illegible writing. It is a list of of facts about me - at least this I can work out. There is a lot of history about me here. I give the book back, disturbed, and say that it is very easy to intimidate me as I am always so anxious anyway. It turns out that the book is curse placed on me.
I am furious with a genuine outrage.
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