The wind howled as I ran for the door. I made it to the handle, just as the clock in the time square chimed midnight. I had to make my way back, but I wasn’t sure how. The creature was close on my heals. I tried the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. I pounded on the door, screaming at the top of my lungs for help, someone, anyone …. Nothing gave, so I was back to running. The portal had been here, but I couldn’t find the right grave. Had it moved? Was I in the wrong graveyard. Had I somehow traveled across another plane, yet again? I did not know. All I did know, was if I didn’t find my way back soon, it would be all over for me.
©2015 ML Steele