The man jumped out from behind. He grabbed her arm and yanked her towards the bushes. She tried to resist, but this man was strong. She attempted to scream, but his hand covered her mouth. Her mouth and nose constricted, she tried desperately to breathe sweet oxygen. Then, all of a sudden-
She woke up.
She looked around. It was her room, her bland, plain room, with her canopy bed and plaid curtains.
Rain pounded on the window, thunder rumbled across the sky like a bowling ball in the storm clouds. It wasn’t letting up at all, either. It pounded against the windowpane, like a consistent, never-ending drum roll.
Her tongue felt dry, and she was itching for a glass of water. However, she was direly afraid of thunderstorms, and there was no way she was getting up at all during this one.
A lot of people teased her about that fear, but she knew a fair amount of people afraid of them, at least two. Well, three, if you counted her dog Cupcake.
Speaking of which, where was Cupcake? He’d gone to sleep with her, hadn’t he? Ah, no matter. He’d probably gotten up to sleep in his dog bed.
She rolled over and tried to get herself back to sleep. She was almost asleep, when she heard her closet door creak open.
It lunged at her, and simply pulled her in.
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