Dark and Stormy Night
A violent storm raged outside for the third night in a row. The trees were whipping back and forth ravaged by the gale, and the moon peeked through the clouds for mere moments before being whisked away from sight once more behind leaden clouds.
Wren wrenched the curtains tight against the night and plunked down onto her bed with a deep sigh.
“There goes any chance of making it to the party tonight…”
She flopped down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling lost in her own pity.
She blinked as a dark shadow slithered across the textured surface and hung above her face.
She blinked and rubbed her eyes. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched—that the shadow was watching her.
“Don’t be stupid,” she said. “You’re letting the storm get to your head.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” a gravelly voice whispered. “You intrigue us very much.”
She screamed and tried to scramble off the bed, but her wrists and ankles were held fast.
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
“Oh, you’ll see,” the voice said. “We’ll ride this storm together!”
She screamed as the shadow wrapped around her and choked the breath from her before dragging her out into the wild night.
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