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Excerpt: Haunted Cruise: The Shakedown

They all took off down the passageway; the captain hollering behind his officer and Dellie. Bruce shortly made an abrupt, right turn and fumbled at the door of a cabin, quickly entered and locked it. He ventured over to a section of the room near a window and cowered in the corner like a frightened child. Keeping his eyes and the beam of his flashlight affixed to the door, he prayed the prayer he saw himself uttering in the dream. Panic struck him as he recalled the events of his nightmare. He was just like that! Hiding in a small cabin… alone. Then, that scent again — the sickening smell of death pierced through the doorway as a massive pile of ashes. Bruce knew, without a doubt, that he had just said his final prayer.