Her next step would have to be a careful one. In the total dark, she couldn’t tell whether she now stood at the bottom of whatever hill she’d slid down, or whether she might fall farther. But where could I be that’s this dark? Maybe I’m actually inside something . . . like a cave.
That thought gave her the creeps—as if she needed more to jangle her nerves. Standing in one place was only leading to more terrifying and useless speculation, so, putting her arms straight in front of her, she began slowly to walk forward. I feel like Frankenstein’s monster. Something to practice for Halloween I guess. Ha ha. When exactly is Halloween?
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