Ashley enjoyed visiting Big Valley, where there was an Amish colony. It was a common sight to see horses pulling Amish buggies,
with different colored tops, colors that depended on the degree of orthodoxy of the owners.
There were Mystery Village evenings and live theater and the Great Pumpkin Festival.
Ashley smiled at the thought of the good times she had had there. Maybe I will go back, she thought. Jim Cleary won't have the nerve to show up.
Ashley told Shane Miller of her decision. “It's a week from Friday,” she said. “I'll be back Sunday night.”
“Great. Let me know what time you're getting back. I'll pick you up at the airport.” “Thank you, Shane.”
When Ashley returned from lunch, she walked into her work cubicle and turned her computer on.
To her surprise, a sudden hail of pixels began rolling down the screen, creating an image.
She stared at it, bewildered. The dots were forming a picture of her.
As Ashley watched, horrified, a hand holding a butcher knife appeared at the top of the screen.
The hand was racing toward her image, ready to plunge the knife into her chest.
Ashley screamed, “No!” She snapped off the monitor and jumped to her feet. Shane Miller had hurried to her side.
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