Shadows…Nightmares…racing across the room. Francesca breathed so as not to be found. She could hear their whispers above her heart beat. “Come on out…” Their long fingers scratched at her blankets, beckoning to her. Finally, she could resist their song no longer, and Francesca followed them into the closet.
It was like our world, only darker and the trees were more gnarly. Francesca followed the Nightmares down the winding path, dancing their dance; singing their song.
Her foot fell with theirs; her head bobbed, her fingers twitched. And the song played on.
Francesca’s fingers grew longer; horns appeared on her forehead. Her voice grew grave and hoarse. She added words to the Nightmares’ song.
And Francesca became one of them.