By ST Chapman
Mama’s scream wakes me from dreams of carousels and cotton candy. Ana’s tiny silhouette moves quickly towards me from across the room. She is only three, but she knows she must hide when Mama screams. She crawls into my bed. I wrap the covers tightly around her, and I don’t know if the pounding is her heart or mine.
The screaming grows louder.
The door handle rattles. I cover Ana’s eyes but can’t look away.
The lock turns.
The hinges creak.
A skeletal hand reaches out. She screams for her baby.
And then Mama is gone again.
And so is Ana.
A superb piece of writing, it gave me the shivers. Kudos.
Creepy! Great suspense!
The terror persisted from the first word to the horrific and. So skillfully written!
*shudder*
Wow! That made me shudder too.
Superbly written! Scary story.
Yikes! Well done!
So well written. I could feel their fear.