Eden lay silent and still on her bed as the shadows watched from every corner of her large drab room. Each stone wall stood tall and featureless. Her latched door seemed to be a world away. And all she could hear was the sound of her breath. As she gripped her thin blanket, Eden closed her eyes for fear of a presence that seemed to know her every thought. Would it reach for her? How would it feel when she sensed its strong, bony fingers slowly grasp her arm and begin to pull? Or would it simply lurk and watch, unblinking, timing its breath with hers?
Home: A Short Story
Home: A Short Story
Home: A Short Story
Eden lay silent and still on her bed as the shadows watched from every corner of her large drab room. Each stone wall stood tall and featureless. Her latched door seemed to be a world away. And all she could hear was the sound of her breath. As she gripped her thin blanket, Eden closed her eyes for fear of a presence that seemed to know her every thought. Would it reach for her? How would it feel when she sensed its strong, bony fingers slowly grasp her arm and begin to pull? Or would it simply lurk and watch, unblinking, timing its breath with hers?