Copyright © 2012 Leslie S. Talley
All rights reserved, Wild Child Publishing.
What would the children think if they saw her? She thought of the others that way: children. Why did she still bother with them? Not much longer, she thought. An idea sprouted in her brain. Why not scare them? Hide. Don’t come out. Let them think some Bogeyman found her. She knew just the spot, too. She found it the previous week, the same trip that secured for her the piece of map. She came to the house by herself--well, actually to meet someone. Someone who didn’t show up. But he would. Oh, yes! And that other she’d seen--Connie hugged herself as she thought of the power.
Stubbing out the cigarette in the stone urn on the post, Connie groped her way to the kitchen in the rear of the house. Gleefully, she opened the door of one of the pantries. She ran her hand along the wall until she found the knob. She remembered that it looked just like one of the other cabinets. She wedged herself inside the tiny space: a miniature elevator. Perfect. They’d never look for her here. Best of all, she needn’t go near the third floor.
The jolt jarred her, tipping her over so that her head rested on the doorframe. A hollow noise reverberated down the shaft. Slowly her crawlspace moved…upward.