Hi Everyone! I do hope you've joined in the Halloween fun and signed up for this month's WEP. I'll try to get around to say hi to you if you have, but I may be late because I'm off on some family business, and then another trip. If I'm late, just remember that old saying about "better late than. . ."
|Yolanda Renee and Denise Covey|
So here's my contribution for this WEP Halloween Challenge.
C. Lee McKenzieSince childhood, her greatest fear has been this! She's guarded against it every year. Every year until this one. Well, there was the book to write, the new job. Lots of changes. No time.
Now huddled in the room, she waits, heart slamming against her chest. And then. . .
A thud, thud, thud of knuckles against the wood summons her, and when she grasps the knob, when she twists it and the latch clicks free, the cautioning voice in her head hisses, “Don’t open that door.”
Still she knows she must ignore the warning, and she must deal with the consequences. As the door swings in and the fingers of the October night chill her skin, they're out there. Eyes big and set on her, their demands unwavering.
There are three this time, but more hovering just out of that cone of yellow light that thwarts the insects, but fails to protect her against these spirits.
What does she have in her storehouse that might appease them and send them away?
“Nothing.” That inner voice is talking to her again.
If she moves fast, slams the door, locks it and turns off all the lights, will they vanish? Will she be able to climb between her sheets, knowing she’s escaped their vengeance?
“Not on your life.” Damn! That voice won’t shut up.
Then from out of the darkness. . . “Trick or treat,” the first ghost sing-songs.