She woke suddenly, heart pounding; frozen with fear. Paralyzed by the extent of her own anxiety, she closed her eyes and attempted to pray.
She had eluded it for awhile.....but now, abandoned by sleep, the comforting rhythm of the old wooden clock seemed to mock her with every tick and chime. Anxiously, she counted the hours 'til daybreak....
Like a thief in the night it had crept stealthily, into her sleep, stealing away her one chance for solace. Dreams transformed into nightmares...
Her horror was only beginning.....
Oh my! You have me wanting more -but not sure if I really want it! This seems terrifying. "Dreams transformed into nightmares." Yikes. Is this....'to be continued'?
ReplyDeleteThe old wooden clock... oh my. This is suspenseful and it's only a few lines!
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