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Chapter 1 - Somewhere In Texas

1 Tiny Fingers

So small

So very, very small

The fingers pressed under the front door of her ho at those baby fingers straining desperately to reach her as she stood trehtly puffed out her pink nightgown Her pale fingers clutched the thin bathrobe tightly closed at her throat as she continued to stare at the child's hand grasping in her direction

I knee needed weather stripping, she thought vaguely Texas weather could change so fast and this early Marchwas crisp

The gap under the front door was far too large These new modern homes looked so fancy, but were actually not very well built If they had bought the nice Victorian she had wanted there wouldn't be a gap under the front door A gap large enough for that little hand to slide underneath

The tiny fingers clawed desperately under the edge of the door

The banging from inside the house had reached a steady staccato It had a rhythroans The sound terrified her But as truly horrible were those tiny, desperate fingers pressed under the front door of her home

Straining fingers

Straining to reach her

Her voice caught in her throat as blood began to trickle out from beneath the door Of course the blood would eventually flow out There was so much It had been everywhere when she had stood in the doorway of Benjamin's bedroom The walls had been splashed red

She covered her mouth with her hand Another wave of chills flowed over her as her knees literally knocked together

The rhythainst the door

Through the thick, lead glass of the door she could see the dim outline of her husband's body It was distorted by the thick sh to lass, then her gaze was dran to those tiny fingers scrabbling so desperately toward her