Kimberly Rundell

Freakin' Angel Kimberly Rundell

Curled up in a tight ball with her small back wedged in a corner, illuminated only by a thin sliver of crescent moon light, twelve-year-old Rylee Scott realized without a doubt that her nightmare would never end. Under the cover of darkness, no matter how much she begged and cried, she knew evil would always come through her bedroom door and steal another piece of her soul. Suddenly startled into silence, she stopped rocking and lifted her head to listen. Panic rose up and threatened to close her throat. All she could hear was the sound of her own shallow breathing and her heart quickening in her chest. She held her breath and listened intently, her wide terrified blue eyes darting back and forth. A piercing scream broke the silence as the door once again slid open to reveal a shadow looming in the moonlit darkness.