Psyche Miranda Lewis was not fond of her name. In high school everyone kept calling her Psycho Lewis. This taunting gave breath to a smoldering flame which would suddenly come to an unfortunate end at the senior prom. With a wave of her hand all the doors in the auditorium swung shut. A small ring of fire climbed up the walls. A mass of bodies broke against the doors. When the smoke cleared the senior class of 1978 was gone. Well almost gone. Miss Psyche Lewis was sitting on a bench read Steve King.
“Think I’ll try The Stand next.”