Unless

Chapter One

Scared is not a term to use lightly. I figured that out after my experience. Scared is not the correct term for someone jumping out at you in a bed sheet with two holes for eyes. Scared is that twisting feeling in the bottom of your stomach, your internal organs feeling like they have contorted into fantastic shapes. The feeling of where you cannot breathe. Or speak. Or move. Or make a single sound as if someone...or something, might hear. Your face being drained of its color. Your eyes becoming larger. Tears running down your face. The worst part? Knowing that it is there, listening... waiting. Being afraid to close your eyes. Being afraid to open them. Being afraid to turn around. Being scared. Knowing that unless it was gone, you are as good as gone. Dead. Wiped away. Unless...