She
walked down the long hallway, toward the shadowed area. A light touch on the
freezing handle let her know that all things hadn’t changed since meeting
Victor. She switched on the light and took a few tentative steps inside the
room, leaving the door wide-open behind her. A quick check of the floor
revealed no mice or any other furry animals that could scare the living daylights
out of her.
The
floor was a bit cool to the touch. Lucky thing she’d worn a thick pair of
socks. Confident that her parents were in bed for the night, she turned toward the
door, but it was completely closed. The overhead light flickered off and on.
She glimpsed a hulking shadow lurking in the corner of her room between the
closet and bedroom door. As dark as night itself, the black figure started to take
shape right in front of her eyes. Then the lights went out completely.
Adley
stepped backward to the door and the handle was colder than ever. The tips of
her fingers felt as if they sizzled, so she stuck the singed fingertips into
her mouth, her eyes focused on the corner.
Adley
reached back for the light switch. If the bulb still worked, the obscure image
would disappear the moment the light when on. The bright flash relieved her sense
of unease when she looked back at the corner but only for the briefest moment.
As predicted, the shadow was no longer there.
Now
it stood right in front of her.
A
long string of bones whipped out the top of the obsidian mass, tethered on the
end to a spidery hand. It flung itself straight at her. Adley jerked to the
side, and the claw smashed into the door and locked it. Her throat refused to
let out a sound. She ran to the other corner of the room farthest from the door
and grabbed a frame off the dresser, hurling the picture at the dark mass. The
shadow dissolved. She drew on every ounce of strength and sprinted for the
door. From out of nowhere, the hand shot out in front of her and spread its
fingers like a catcher’s mitt ready to grab whatever came its way.
Adley
slid beneath the bones and into the door as if sliding into home base. The
spindly object grabbed her foot and clamped down on her skin. She kicked at it
with her other foot and crushed the bony hand. Broken pieces scattered across
the floor, clattering like a bowl of marbles.
The
creature cackled and whispered clearly into her ear, “Aaad—”
“Shut
up,” she shouted. “You have no right to say my name!”
She
grabbed hold of the handle, ignoring the freezing burn on her skin as she
yanked the door open. Adley nearly regretted the quick glance over her shoulder.
Five
skeletal fingers crowned with deadly sharp tips flew directly at her face.
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