Lilly's Gone
Obsession kept the monsters closer in her mind at night than they were during the day. She tossed and turned, sleep allusive as ever. The storm raged outside, thunder and lightning, the tree’s branches crashed against the side of the house, shaking the windows with feverish intensity. She listened to the wind howl, to the rain beat on top of the tin roof. Every blink of her eyes felt like sandpaper as the headache throbbed against her temples. Slow breaths, conscious of her heart rate, Harlow Bremer tried to forget about the monsters long enough to exhale the negative energy and get some sleep… her cell phone rang. She laughed, then sighed. A phone call at two a.m. meant only one thing. She would see more death this night. Another victim. Another monster.
