Fear the Dark
Excerpt from Fear The Dark by Patricia A. Rasey
Please, was her watery plea.
The whimpers turned to sobs. The rush of adrenaline had him sliding the lock free, opening the door just a crack. Light flooded the small space. The womans eyes blinked rapidly as they tried to adjust.
The room grew deathly quiet. Time stood still. The two stared across the small space that separated them. Her eyes were full of fear, his full of anticipation.
The sound of the rattle drew her gaze from his to what he held in his hand.
The four-foot snake dangled from his closed fist. Her eyes rounded like saucers as she scrambled to her feet and drew back into the darkness of the closet.
Oh, God, no. Oh, God pleeease.