PHOTO PROMPT © Na'ama Yehuda

As darkness falls the night comes alive.

Shadows race to get behind closed doors. Bolts thrown, candles lit, incense burned, and crosses raised. Their hearts pound as they wait. Wait for it to begin.

Yellow eyes blink and glow, spotted beneath and between the foliage by the brave soul who dares to peer out of the barred windows.

I grip my sister's hand hard, squeezing her fingers. Her eyes are clenched tightly shut, blocking out what is to come.

And then a scream pierces the endless black.

Our hearts pound faster. Not me, not us. We're safe for another night.

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

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Word Count: 100

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