The Darkness is Calling [revised version]
The Darkness is Calling by Cheltenham Makayla glanced back and forth outside of her house, standing on the sidewalk. She scanned up one side of the street and down the other to ensure she hadn’t been followed. Her ponytailed dark hair swung to and fro as her head turned. A shadow appeared in her periphery and disappeared through the opened front door without so much as ruffling the curtains. “It’s probably nothing.” She reassured herself and experienced a nagging feeling of fear, chills ran along her spine and her conscience warned her not to go inside. As Makayla entered the house, double locked the door and turned around, something shoved her against the heavy oak door. Its touch of her ankles adhered to her flesh like snakeskin, a dry slimy slickness that worried her. The …