There is nothing in the dark that was not
there in the light.
The following is written by Julie Smith:
Down a Twisted Road
It is a full moon on a stormy night, deep
in the woods, down a twisted road there is
a old farm house. A girl lies in her bed
upstairs in her room, is startled by thunder.
The howling wind makes the house creak. In
a cold sweat she holds her breath. She feels
like their is someone is in her room and
senses someone staring at her. She sees something
out of the corner of her eye but she is too
afraid to look. Slowly pulling the covers
over her head she begins to tremble. Her
imagination starts to run wild. She can fell
her heart pounding. She feels like she is
frozen and she can't move, she feels trapped.
Thinking to herself,
"I'm the only home but I know there
is someone in my room."
Lighting strikes, cracking !
The window shakes
! In desperation she grabs the
phone, but
there is no dial tone. The phone
is dead!
Then she sees it an old wrinkled
face that
seems to be apart of the floor.
The wind
blows the window open that slams
the door.
She was right she is not alone
any more.
Screaming she runs into he corner
of the
room and curls up into a ball.
She sees the
face slide across the floor and
slips up
the wall. She begins to cry.
The face now on the ceiling speaks.
"My child, can't you see that your body
still lies on your bed asleep?"
The terrified young girl, wide-eyed looks
toward her bed and sees herself lying there.
With a spine chilling evil voice, the face
on the ceiling continues by saying,
"For you see my child, you have slipped
into my world, and it is not
you're body,
but you're spirit I shall reap."