Clunk. Clunk.Sweating Palms.
Clunk. Clunk.Trembling Hands.
Clunk. Clunk.Clunk. Numbing body.
This room has always been scary…and the footsteps… The footsteps…the footsteps.. They’re frightening.
Clunk. Losing vision.
Clunk. Tearing eyes.
Clunk. I creep.
Creak. I cower.
He’s here. My father and his hoary words are making me nervous.
He whispers, “Are you ready, my princess?”
Then I can’t remember anything.