Footsteps. At the foot of my bed.
They were getting closer. I felt its presence.
I intuitively grabbed my crucifix and held it out in front of me like a shield.
I shut my eyes, yelling, “WHOEVER YOU ARE! GET AWAY FROM ME!”
Then, through a man, came a chuckle, and spoken words.
“Charming.” He said an undertone. “Now would you put that away, please.”
Chapter 11, 12, 13 are up!
