But none came, just the night creaks of wood adjusting itself. Nevertheless, he was afraid dad - or mom, mostly - would peek in to check the lights were off and he was safely sleeping. And he wasn’t. No, not tonight. Tonight he had to face his own fears to show his peers he wasn’t a wuss. He was startled by a loud crack coming out of the half-open window, and a pale, white glow shone suddenly on the glass, casting longer shadows behind him. His heart raced fast as a silhouette grew larger on the windowsill. They had kept their word; they had come for him. Matt’s flashlight brightened Craig’s already bleached face, causing his eyes to shrink in distress. “Eleven-ten,” Matt whispered, excited. “Time to go!” “Take off that darn light from my face, dumb-ass!” Craig protested, at the same time reaching for his sneakers. Then went for the window and fully raised it upward, causing a breeze of warm Floridian night air to invade quickly his cooled room as an enemy waiting for the right moment to launch an attack.
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