Something Wicked This Way Comes

The words leapt out at me from the page, pulling me into its world of faeries. I propped up my pillow. I wasn’t cold, even though I was only wearing a tank top and my white sofee shorts. Texas summers were never cold, even at night. My flip flops were on the floor next to me in case I was caught. Easy excuse to say I had just got in from… well, from whatever I was doing. It was late now, probably close to eleven. Mom and Dad were still out at some churchy group thing; they went every week, and it was my one time to read anything “unchristian.” Aka, anything that involved faeries, demons, vampires, or anything else ungodly. Mom said “it wasn’t suitable for twelve-year old minds.” Whatever.

I focused on the story, walking through the Seelie court. My skin tingled. I was such a sucker for scary parts. I couldn’t put them down, and I couldn’t stop my imagination once it was done. It was one of the reasons I didn’t do sleep-overs. They just aren’t cool when your friends make fun of you for sleeping with the lights on. My mind was completely wrapped up in the book when I heard a door shut. I glanced up over the top of the book, expecting to see a troll but nothing was there. The door shut again. My mind was still trapped between the pages and all I could think of was that they were coming for me. Slowly I slipped off the bed and tip-toed to the door. Someone was in my house. I could hear their footsteps on the carpet. They were coming to my room! Wildly, I threw myself into the closet, tangling my blonde hair on coat hangers and sleeves. I would not be caught—“Amy? We’re home.”