The Nightmare Before Halloween
A Write or Die response to The Darkness Descending
Meg shot up at the sound of the howling and peeled her eyes into the chill in the air.
Standing — hands outstretched, fluttering; heartbeat pounding in her ears; quick, shallow breathing —
She inched closer in the direction of the wall.
“Ouch,” she moaned.
And to the pain, for a moment she surrendered.
With fingertips indiscriminate, searching, her bottom she dragged to the edge of the floor.
Alas! The wall wasn’t there.
“Where’s. The. Wall,” she quaked. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening!”
Her eyes searched into the fear in the darkness as the howling reverberated, louder and nearer once again.
Slumped on her backside she caved into her trembling body.
Her hands grasped at the side of her head to tame the heartbeats oozing from her ears.
Seconds later she applied pressure to the rip on her right foot, changed directions and started limping toward the middle, treading softly to prevent another tear to the sole of her feet.
“Help me, someone,” Meg said to the emptiness of the middle.
