Born Beautiful, Rachel's Story #02

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"What was that? I thought I heard a scream," said Rachel awakened from her sound sleep at an ungodly hour of the early morning. "What time is it?"

She didn't know. Even the rooster hadn't yet crowed. Sensing something was wrong, she lifted her head from her pillow to listen before sitting up in bed with anxious foreboding.

"Was I dreaming it or did I really hear a scream? Was that an animal or a human?"

She peered out her bedroom window looking for ghosts, goblins, and ghouls, but unable to see through the darkness and through the fog, there was nothing to see and nothing to hear but the whistling wind, the pouring rain, and those ever present, scary shadows that made her imagination run wild with fright.

To be continued...