As we approach All Hallows Eve, now called Halloween, I’d like to turn to Christian fiction that takes a bit of a darker approach.
Her time had come. All her premonitions and dreams of the past week had been leading to this moment. Now that it was happening, she had no doubt God had orchestrated everything. If only she could understand before it was too late. She stood. Adrenaline rushed through her body.
“What’s wrong…” she whispered to herself…Davis was about to say that.
“What’s wrong?” Davis asked as soon as the very same words had escaped Winter’s lips.
“Someone’s coming, I hear footsteps.” That’s what she was supposed to reply.
“I don’t hear anything,” he said, his voice betraying his confusion. He stood and watched her.
Winter looked toward the history building, where the footsteps seemed to come from. But she saw no one walking to the Ancient. She moved and searched all around the tree, but no one came from any direction. Yet she could still hear the footsteps.
“You’re freaking me…” she whispered.
“You’re freaking me out,” Davis said from right behind.
How Keven came up with the idea for this story.
Keven is also the founder and administrator of The New Authors’ Fellowship and produces music and video through Newsome Creative.