Thursday, October 28, 2010
Lucky (for Halloween...)
Sarah was officially scared now.
She had been looking for her dog, Lucky, in the woods for hours. The same woods where those two girls had gone missing. It was steadily growing darker, and to top it all off she had tripped and dropped her glasses. As she fumbled her way blindly through the dead leaves and twigs, she felt something wet. Sticky and wet. Then she touched something silky and soft. Fur? There was something solid underneath. She shuddered as her fingers finally closed around her glasses, and as she fumbled to put them on, she breathed, "Oh please, God, don't let it be him..."
As the moon emerged from behind the night clouds, the woods were suddenly filled with the sound of Sarah's screams.
She wasn't Lucky.