Brain With Tentacles
“HM,” THE DOCTOR SAID. “I’ve never seen this before.” The stereotypical blood-curdling scream issued from the television.
Louise groaned. “Another doctor horror flick,” she muttered. “Oh, wait,” she said, her voice thick with sarcasm. “This one has a man whose head turns into a giant brain with tentacles. Awesome,” She turned off the TV.
Darkness seeped around her, enveloping her in a discomforting quiet. She hugged a pillow to her chest and peered through the dark. Rain tapped at the window and forceful winds whistled against the window panes. She hated being home alone.
Lightening flashed in the distance followed by a boom of thunder.
With a squeal, Louise ran upstairs to her bedroom. “You’re twenty-seven—you should not be afraid of the dark or storms or . . .”
