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Three: The museum Waking up the next day, I tried to figure it out. Maybe I needed a break from everything. I no longer felt like my old self, and I wasn't even sure why. Something was pulling me somewhere. (Listen) Descent Into The Void.mp3 I got off the trolley at Kenmore Square/Commonwealth Ave and started walking to clear my head. I found myself wandering around the Fenway area when I got caught in a rainstorm. On impulse, I quickly ducked inside the Gunthner Museum. Realizing I might be here for awhile, I made the best of the situation and decided to look around until the rain stopped. The Gunthner
Museum has all these old portraits that a very wealthy woman had owned. This place had
actually been her magnificent home at one point. Walking in and out of the exhibit rooms,
I started to feel funny. I felt a presence. I smelled her perfume and could hear her
voice. I stopped and looked around but I was totally alone. (listen) Museum
Scene.mp3
Pamula, Pamela Davis 1692, strange coincidence. . . . . or not? CHAPTER 4: SECOND RECORDING SESSION |