He stood in the doorway, looking longingly at my mother. The click of my car door opening got his attention. He looked at me with terror in his eyes before darting into the house. My voice faltered, and my stomach dropped. Skin prickling on my face as the blood drained from my skin. I don’t know who that was.
This is part one of a night terror I had years ago. Though plenty of time has passed since I had it, I can still feel the dread and horror I felt.
Check in tomorrow for part 2!
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Thank you for reading!