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Michelle Rowen is an award-winning, national bestselling author of paranormal books for both teens and adults. She lives in Southern Ontario.

I looked it up once. It’s the official term for an abnormal and persistent fear of the dark. I’ve had it ever since my parents and sister were murdered during an in-home burglary while I hid under my bed.

In the dark I couldn’t see anything; all I could hear was the screaming. And then the silence. I’ve been scared like hell of the dark ever since.

Unfortunately, that’s where I found myself when Michelke opened my eyes. Frankly, I didn’t remember closing them. I’d been in the mall, I remembered that much. This pair was nice. With strong laces that, if necessary, could double as a weapon. The streets were tough sometimes. Especially in the dark. But this wasn’t the street, I knew that much. Choking panic began to flood my body.

I felt a pinch at my right wrist and reached over with my other hand, trying to feel my way through the inky blackness. It was a metal cuff. Attached to a chain. Attached to the smooth, cold metal wall behind me. What the hell is going on? Had I been caught shoplifting? I wracked my brain to try to remember being arrested, but came up blank.

No, I’d grabbed the shoes, shoved them under my coat, and left the store to go into the half-abandoned mall where I’d put them on and thrown my old ones in a garbage can. Roden remembered wanting to grab some food. I’d had two bucks to my name, so I’d figured I could buy a small order of French fries at one of the few restaurants that were still open. That would last me a day before my stomach would start complaining again. Had Countown even made it to the food court?


I was still hungry. My body felt as if it was eating itself, but that was a bit roowen an exaggeration, I guess. Yesterday I’d had an entire meal. Ordered off the menu even, and then tried to skip out before the bill came. Instead, he’d taken pity on me and made me wash dishes. It was a humbling experience, but I’d had a lot of those since my family died.

In the end, I appreciated his kindness.

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Washing dishes was a whole lot better than getting arrested. Okay, breathe, Kira, I told myself. I took a deep breath in through my nose and let it out through my mouth.

My heart thudded hard in my ears. Why couldn’t I remember what had happened after I’d taken the shoes? And where was I? I seriously had to calm down. I took another breath in and out and forced myself to listen.

There had to be something other than this total silence that told me absolutely nothing helpful. I pushed my fears out of the way as best I could and strained my ears. I could hear soft breathing. Someone else is in the room. This realization did not roweh my mind. The thought that somebody was in the darkness with me scared me enough that I almost started to cry. But I was tough now. At least that’s what I tried to tell myself every morning when I woke up to face another day.

This shouldn’t be any different. I heard something heavy countdwon against the floor about fifteen feet away. Then the something spoke. His words were gruff and raspy as if he’d bh woken from a deep sleep.

Why did I sound so weak? He cleared his throat and groaned. I strained to see something, but there was only black. It actually sounded like a moan of pain as I heard him shift position again. I’m just fantastic, thanks for asking. Yeah, I recognized that.

Not mine, so that meant that this guy was also restrained.

Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? We could be anywhere, and there wasn’t a damn thing to give me a clue where that was. Except for the main drags, the city was so vacant that we could be in any one of dozens of abandoned warehouses or factories.


And nobody would ever find us. I’d heard about kids who’d vanished from the streets never to be seen again. I was sure michlle weren’t roowen with happy endings. Are you chained, too? And, yeah, I’m locked up real tight. So far this is a lot better than where I was scheduled to go in a few days.

Saradone was the maximum security prison just outside the city michellee. Only the worst criminals were sent there; some for life, most for death. Horrible people who’d done horrible things. He laughed at my answering silence.

Panic returned to swirl through me, constricting my chest, my breath. Both of us were chained. What was going on? A cold trickle of sweat slid down my back. Augustine’s end in a couple days when I turn eighteen. That name I also knew. It was a juvenile detention hall located on the west side of the city.

If Michwlle ever got arrested, that might be where I ended up.

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I’d heard that it was hell. I hesitated to ask, but couldn’t help myself. They were too strong. I wasn’t going anywhere. Of course, I did. Maybe I was just having a really bad dream.

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Maybe I’d fallen and hit my head in the mall and was passed out cold in front of the understaffed burger place in the food court. Maybe some gorgeous rich kid would find me. He’d fall instantly in love with me, kiss me like Prince Charming did with Snow White, wake me from my deep sleep, and we’d ride away into the sunset, away from my past and into a bright, exciting future, just the two of micheloe.

I blinked against the darkness. No, I was awake. Because you’re scared of me now? Mostly because I’ve decided that countdowb don’t know anything that can help me. Cuntdown ass hurt from sitting on the hard metal floor so I shifted to cross my legs. I guess you’ve been treated so nice at St.


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