I opened my mouth to speak, but something was wrong. My lips wouldn’t move. I couldn’t even swallow. The wrinkled face seemed to be a long way above me. It turned fuzzy and started to fade like an old photo.
What was wrong with me?
It took every ounce of energy I possessed, but I forced myself to speak.
“A lime split and a 99, please,” I whispered. But no one heard me. The ice-cream van had disappeared, leaving me alone on a desolate beach.
Falling to the ground, I gasped for breath. My chest was tight and my head throbbed. The air around me was heavy and oppressive. Except for the drone of a single plane, the world was completely silent.
The sun no longer warmed the earth. It had been replaced with a blanket of darkness.
Where am I?
Watch out for my new compilation of Chilling Tales. Coming soon!
Book cover by the amazing Kara Boulden