“I’m happy. I’d never cry.”
A car pulled up beside me and told me that there had been a wreck over the next hill and traffic was stopped. They suggested that I take a “side road” that detours the wreck.
“What if everyone thought that Bloody Mary took me away?”
Text your parents. Bolt the doors. Draw the curtains. Lock Sammy in his crate.
You can’t beat a demon with an acoustic guitar solo.
“He said that Dad needed to build something in the cornfield so that we could leave.”
I have no idea how I survived.
We weren’t allowed to simply turn on the lights. No lights. No sound. Nothing that might call Their attention.