SUSPENSEFUL

The solitude of the fearful evening added to frightful atmosphere of the cold winter's night. The piercing wind breathed heavily through the city and the tiny droplets of rain danced on the roofs of every building like a concert of tap dancers. All were asleep cozy in their beds. Anxiously, she quickened her pace and faced down at her feet to escape any sights that might boost her rising fear. She muttered to herself, "Nearly …

…thudded against her chest and she could feel the trickle of sweat run down the side of her face. For a short second, in the flash of the lightning outside, a shadow appeared on the wall, which stopped her movement and she stood pale with fear. She felt she was in the scene of a thrilling Wes Craven movie. Her only hope was that she could the courageous survivor who makes it to the sequel.