I felt like a pretzel with Mommy’s legs wrapped around me as we hid under the cushions. The room was completely dark except for the flashlight Mommy clutched in her hand.
She whispered a warning that the monster was coming. I buried my face against her neck and shivered with fear. Then I heard the door open. Soft footsteps coming toward us in the dark, and heavy breathing that sounded like Darth Vader.
Peaking under Mommy’s arm, I saw the man standing above us. He was wearing a strange mask that had a window for his face. Daddy’s face!
Word Count: 99
© Josslyn Rae Turner
Photo © Douglas M. MacIlroy
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