Book Preview: "The Empty Lot Next Door"
I couldn’t stay like this. I had to do something. I tried to yell “Help!”
but my voice stayed frozen. She began to laugh at my obvious fear. She moved some more, aware I couldn’t. She was closer to my face, sitting on my stomach. I felt suffocated, unable to breathe. I couldn’t take in any more of that dreadful smell of rotten flesh cooking. I could even hear her dreadful skin sizzle. She would have known this but leaned forward, her face inches from my face, forcing me to inhale that burning flesh stench.