Chapter 13
Sleeping shadows formed in Blaze’s mind. The ugly things stretched, growing bigger as they oozed through holes in the floor. They peered at her from the corners, crept slowly along the floor, finally rising up over her until they took the shape of a dark room, a tattered curtain that moved, and the hated silhouette of her uncle sneaking through it.
She recognized the crude plank floors, the bare walls, and the bed with rusted springs that squeaked as if in pain. Suddenly, the haunting moan of Satan’s Breath came gusting through the cracked windowpane, bringing with it the stench of death.
Blaze backed up against the headboard of her squeaking bed as the shadow came nearer. Her gaze anchored on him, fear mounting inside her, squeezing her throat, causing it to close, causing h
