Chapter 3
Dora gathered up what little her courage she had left. She had no other choice. As her chilled knuckles slowly pulled the blanket down across her forehead, she could see wisps of her own breath escaping through the breech. As the covering passed her eyelashes, Dora was confronted with another set of eyes close enough to her face that they almost touched her own. Despite the panic that gripped her, Dora’s first reaction was to focus on the images that appeared within the thing’s dark colored iris. From deep within its eye, the shadowy face of a teenage girl slowly became more and more clear, moving nearer and nearer to Dora.
