Dottie | A 100 Word Story

#230 On the third day…

“Frank?” She said and ran outside. Everyone else watched from the window. It was far too cold outside.

“Do you think it followed us here?”

“Not that again!” One of the female adults said, lighting a cigarette to help calm her nerves. “For the last time, Jude, there isn’t some spirit following us.”

“Tell that to Dottie,” Jude said, pointing towards the window.

“You can’t, mom. She just ran away,” one of the boys said.

The adults looked out the window. Bloody footprints in the snow moving away from the house and into the darkness.

“She won’t get very far.”