Dainty, dreary, torture, or fear. D all of the above. Freakish shadows cover the walls and lounge and scitter once in a while. Believe what you want but there is more evil out in the world than you will ever know.
Whispers
Then screams.
Crack!
He is at it again. I scuttle to my box of assortments and scoop it up. Wondering how he gets his pleasure out of….another scream and even a yelp.
Gotta run, quick! Before it’s me.
Down the secret crawlspace where I never dared to go before. Out and before I knew it my feet took off in a sprint.
After a while of dodging cars (even though it was the middle of no where) I finally found a bus bench. FINALLY !