by Erin Klitzke
They were all around. She couldn’t escape them.
Faces … voices speaking in garbled tones, the words impossible to understand.
The faces … the voices … inescapable. She drew her knees up to her chest, tears filling her eyes. The voices kept talking, the faces kept staring with blank, emotionless stares.
She swallowed. Heaven help me, she thought. Heaven save me.
It was dark, the room close and smothering. The voices kept droning on forever.
Oh, God, please, protect me.
The door opened. Light streamed in.
As strong hands took hold of her, she screamed, and the voices broke into laughter as the faces just stared.
Copyright © 2000-2008 Erin Klitzke
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Author’s 2000 Bio:
Erin “Indy” Klitzke is a freshman at Grand Valley State University who loves to read and write. Most of her work is speculative fiction pieces; you can learn more about her by visiting her Web site.
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