TERROR LURKS IN THE HEARTS OF THOSE THAT KNOW

TOO MUCH….THEY WALK A TIGHT ROPE OF TERROR…

“Mother, please!” Tina struggled as her mother dragged her across the rough carpet. “Please, I didn’t mean too.” Mother kept pulling. She opened the closet door and shoved the small girl inside. She slammed the door.Tina started shaking. The closet smelled of old shoes and moth balls. It was so dark. She whimpered. She hadn’t meant to spill the milk on mother’s new table cloth. Tina was always in trouble with mother. Always. When daddy moved out it got worse. Mother had no one else to yell at but Tina. Why did daddy leave her behind? Tina began to drool. Mother slapped her face when she drooled. Mother had told her sometimes ugly little creatures with sharp teeth lived in the shadows of the closet. Way in the back. Tina was so scared. Maybe if she stayed real still the creatures wouldn’t come out. She wet her pants. Now, mother was going to be really angry. When daddy left the noises started. Mother said it was the creatures. Tina could hear them.