SECRET IDENTITY
By H. B.

     For at least 10 years, my best friend has had a recurring nightmare. In the nightmare, her name is Mary and she is standing in a graveyard wearing a long, robin blue Victorian age dress. The wind is blowing fiercely and the sky is filled with storm clouds. The rain pelts down on her pale skin. Someone is coming for her and she starts running, her mouth frozen in a silent scream as the wind whips her long hair and dress around. She trips over a gravestone and has only a moment to look at it (it has her son's first and middle name on it and a date she can't quite make out) before her predator grabs her by her hair and holds a knife to her throat, pressing the cold steel to her warm flesh. At this point, she always wakes up, never able to finish her nightmare.
     But... it doesn't end there.
     She went to a psychic once with a group of friends. It was just something to do on a night out with the girls. The psychic asked her name and became upset when my friend gave the "wrong" name. The psychic said it was pointless to lie to the spirits and to herself, that she knew her name was Mary. And, not to mention, though it may be coincidence, my friend gets about thirty or forty messages a week in her email account calling her Mary.

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