“Apologize to your little sister,” our mother scolded. But Luke insisted he didn’t tug the back of my nightgown in the dark, didn’t cause my house-waking scream—and when I thought of those blazing white eyes floating above me when I’d rolled over, I knew my brother was not lying.
Robin LaVoie writes at It’s Like This. She lives in the suburbs of Phoenix, Arizona, with her husband and son, and still won’t sleep with her back to the door.
Thanks a LOT Robin, won’t sleep tonite!!!😯😈 Beautifully written, think about LA and movie scripts… My highest accolade– I am so jealous of you as a fellow writer — I probably won’t sleep tonite.😇
Haha, thank you, I’m all creeped out all over again myself!
Wow…left speechless of what you just accomplished in 50 words! And, if this is based on a real event, I am so sorry.
Thank you – yes, those eyes are seared into my memory. Not sure what it was, but it definitely wasn’t my brother…
50 word story or the start of a 100,000 word horror novel? i think there is more to come!
Oooh, thank you! I’ll have to play around with this more…if I dare!
what better day than halloween!!