Well, that was an adventure last night. The poor girl had quite a fright. Imagine seeing a house that had been gone for two years. Being forced inside by some invisible hand and—most frightening of all—setting eyes on Simon Fear!
Dear dead Simon. Dear dead ME.
Jamie was so busy obsessing about Angelica, she never guessed it was me all along. She doesn’t know that I am young and alive again. Having my fun messing with Jamie’s mind, as they say today.
She’s in my power now. It was so easy to arrange. Almost too easy.
The power, of course, is in the bracelet. Did she really think I stole it for her just to please her?
It was so easy to have her find that bracelet in the flea market. She has no idea of its powers, no idea of how I can use it to control her mind, her actions—her whole world.
She’s terribly frightened and confused now. And of course she blames Angelica.
Fine. Fine. The more she blames my poor dead wife, the further away she’ll be from the truth.
It’s a laugh, isn’t it?
But I think I’ve had enough fun teasing Jamie. I have serious work to do.
Time for the blood to flow.
I won’t rest until the blood flows and my revenge is complete.