The surrounding house and grounds glowed red and orange, like the pits of an active volcano as I darted into a corner not yet burned. Trapped. I was trapped. I closed my eyes praying that he wouldn't find me here.
Laughter echoed through the crackling flames freezing the blood in my veins. Oh no. Breath caught in my chest, I slowly turned my head, peeking out of my hiding place.
A nightmare angled its way through the fires, heedless of the fact that they licked at skin, burning clothes. My son, oh my son, grinned like a demon possessed.
"Mo-o-ther" he called out in a sing song voice. "Come O-o-o-out! Come O-o-out! You can't hiiiiide from me-e-e-e-e!!"
I covered my mouth to keep from screaming. If I was to survive. I needed to not give myself away to the madman that had once been my son.
-Inspiration from a drea--nightmare I had last night.
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