Rain poured down in waves on the roof with a steady hum. A cool wind gently blew the flowers outside swaying them back and forth. Their sweet smell floated through the air into a window. A small stream of light from the moon half hidden in clouds came creeping through the window to invade the darkness. Enough light to see a small young girl getting ready for bed. Her hand reached up to pull the ribbon from her hair. Long blonde hair flowed down her back in gentle waves.
Her light blue eyes looked tired as if they were ages old. She tugged on her little cotton skirt until it fell to the ground and then pulled her nightshirt over her head. Two pairs of eyes watched her from the window.
Yawning, she picked up a little rag doll and wearily climbed into bed. A smile brushed across her face. She put her hand up to cover a sneeze, and then, curling up below the covers, she said a short prayer. She looked like a saint, her head bowed, tiny hands enfolded, the smile still twitching at her mouth. Closing her eyes, she squeezed the doll, Rebecca, tightly against her chest and fell into a light dreamless sleep.
A low menacing growl came from outside. Immediately, the girl awakened. Her small head jerked up and she looked around. She got to her feet and tiptoed to the window. Pulling the curtains back, she looked outside and saw nothing. The eyes had disappeared.
She went back to bed and buried herself underneath the covers. She was scared and pulled fretfully at the little doll’s soft clothes to keep her mind off who or what was lurking nearby the window. Her eyelids were shut tight, for she thought if she could not see nothing, then nothing could see or get her. She pulled the covers over her head for protection. She coughed a few times, and slowly the rain calmed her. The soft beat of raindrops rocked her into a gentle sleep.
She awoke suddenly, her eyes growing wide in fear. Something was in her house. She stared unknowingly into the darkness of her hallway, her eyes trying to adjust. She reached into her drawer to take out her flashlight. Clicking it on, she threw the covers off herself and got out of bed. She let her precious doll fall to the floor as she got up the nerve to see what it was. Feeling brave, she tiptoed to the door, opened it and poked her head into the hallway. A clatter from downstairs told her which way to go. She could hear the door rattling in the entry. She sneezed and dropped the flashlight from her trembling hands. It rolled around on the floor displaying beams of light in different directions. The crash from the flashlight was all it took for the person or creature to fling open the entry door with a bang.
She ran for the phone upstairs. Her hand shook so badly she couldn’t pick up the receiver. Footsteps climbing up the steps were heard from the hall. She tried to collect herself by counting to ten. Panic seized at her, ripping at her, making her shiver with fear. She was so scared. The door to the room was thrown open. The phone was knocked from her hand. She sat down frozen in fear, staring at the phone. Panic, still flooding through her, gripping at her, choked at her causing a scream to arise in her throat. Something hard hit her in the face, and she was flung to the floor, the scream dying in her throat.
The bitter taste of blood was on her lips. She could barely see. Pushing at the object on top of her, she struggled against the weight trying to get it off. Her eyes became blurry. Voices mumbled from all around her. Strange voices that were not understandable. She was dizzy. The person or creature above her was holding her too tightly, and she began to feel bits of pain, like an injection when she had to go to the doctor. The creature holding her down smelled funny too, the putrid odor filled her nostrils, causing her to gag. The world spun around her as she gasped for breath.
A gaping hole appeared out of no where, a black hole. It surrounded her and swallowed her up, and then she could see a ray of light, a symbol of hope and love. She reached toward it, her tiny hands grabbing at it while it welcomed her in. She walked in it, bathed in it; the light was so warm and friendly.