"Toasty Ghosty #1 " drabbles by Rose Markle

Afraid

Toasty Ghosty #1

I stumble forward, my boots scuffing the floor, arms stretched out to guide me in the dark.
I lost Erin a few rooms back, a muffled yell being my only clue as to what happened. The lights left before she did, and I grabbed her hand before I could lose her. But she laughed, and I let go, trying to show that I had no fear.
Maybe I shouldn't have let go.
I'm afraid.
Something rough caresses my arm, my face,
grabs my ankle,
whispers in my ear,
pulls my hair,
nibbles on my ear.
When did I start running?