Nightmare: Chapter 3 Blog Archive on January 17, 2010, 16:00

by Findabhair Blacksgote, age 14

Fiala jerked away. It was as if she had been pulled from a snow bank, only snow banks generally weren’t blue-black and generally didn’t have demons and other creatures writhing inside them.

The horse’s eye returned to normal. She jumped to her feet and backed away, but the thing followed her, head lowered, and tucked its wings to its sides. Fiala pressed her back against a tree as she noticed that the horse-thing didn’t leave the slightest hoof prints; there were her footprints, where she crouched and backed away, so a thousand