Renae Johnson
Stories (2/0)
Loco
“Ugh, my head,” I complain, as I slide my hand up my face and rub my temple. Keeping my eyes closed, I notice the bed rocking melodically. Like a baby being swayed in the back seat of a car. It’s kind of nice. I don’t want to open my eyes because my head feels like it would explode if I did.
By Renae Johnson2 years ago in Horror
Lake Life
When the grey 2007 GMC Envoy hit a bump in the road, 16-year-old Nora Richardson woke from the passenger side. Her mother, Annie, looked like she’d fall over at any moment. Her younger brother, 10, was sound asleep in the back seat with his handheld gaming system on his chest. As they crept up the driveway, Nora zipped up her black ankle boots. Although it was nearly midnight, she could see her Aunt Beverly in the window, she must’ve heard their vehicle approaching.
By Renae Johnson2 years ago in Horror