Sarah walked across the uneven pavement. She was lost and the epic storm brewing just over the hills to the west looked bad. Then, she heard it. The sound of the engine. Panic kicked in and froze her to the spot as the sound grew louder. If she didn’t get moving, the last three days would be for nothing. She ducked behind an abandoned car just as she heard howling. Too late. The hunt was still on....

I should have never gone down that rabbit hole.

I've read the stories. Always a favorite of mine. And yes. I did think, or really hoped, I'd find the white rabbit and the queen of hearts and adventure and all sorts of things at the bottom.

Now, as I lay here, my neck obviously broken by the weird angle I'm looking at things and the lack of pain, I can hear them as they scurry to get a look, a sme...

I like this. It’s mine now....

My head pounds with the beating of my heart. Your heart is quiet and I’m not sorry I stopped it, either....

Being what I like to think of as a horror aficionado, I knew better than to follow the ominous trail of blood in the snow. I knew the second those drops disappeared into the woods, nothing good would come of it or me. And still I followed. Storm and common sense be damned.

So as I lay here, looking from my left leg, which is cocked at a strange angle to my body, to my right leg, which is currently...

“I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry and I wish I hadn’t done it.”

Nothing. You just sit with your back to me like I don’t exist.

I know you’re mad. I’m not too happy, either.

It’s been days since you and I locked eyes. I see you everywhere but only from behind.

Days without you.

I’m a mess.

“Please? Will you just look at me?” I’m desperate. I need you to stop this childish game you...

What was that?

I quickly shoot up to a sitting position. The dark feels deep, endless before me. “Is someone there?”, I ask, knowing I won’t get an answer.

Hoping I don’t get an answer.

But what was the noise? It sounded like… But it couldn’t be. I always check the locks before bed. Tonight was no exception. No. They are locked.

Shhhh.

I hold my breath and count. One… Two…. Three… It’s nothing. Fo...

She knew him.

She knew him?

Of course she knew him. Everyone knew him. He was famous.

But she knew him. The familiarity wasn’t just because he was one of the most admired, celebrated, talented musicians to ever grace a public stage and had been for longer than she’d been taking up space on planet Earth. It was more than that. It was an intimate knowledge. As she stared at the picture on the sc...