All her muscles tightened in her body at the familiar voice that caused her to hold her breath. It was the voice of all her fears, the narrator of all her nightmares, and at a time she had believed it to be the voice of the Devil Himself.
Turning slowly, she swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to relax. She had to be aware, she had to be prepared.
She could hear the footsteps of a heavily booted foot. They moved around in the darkness like the boogeyman in a child’s room. Her eyes followed him, aware of where he was.
“How long has it been?” He laughed at the question. “We both know I know the answer to that.”
New Chapter is going up on Saturday.
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