What's The Worst... Chapter 17

Clare had moved significantly ahead of Trisha now, still beaming and spinning, almost spraying fliers out like a lawn sprinkler, but not one missing a valid target.

Dorothy was gaining on the darker girl; the fairer one was moving considerably faster. She was concentrating on the darker one when something above and ahead of the fairer girl caught her eye.

Dorothy froze. She sensed more than saw the shadow whirling above the crowd, diving and rising apparently without direction. All Dorothy could feel was a sense of malevolence emanating from the shadow, wrapped in a shroud of deepest cold.

The feeling of deja vu was intense and shocking and immediate. A door to a darker place opened in her mind. The images from her vision earlier in the morning flashed through her mind. She’d never recalled a vision before. The overwhelming sense of dread caused her legs to buckle.

She was vaguely aware of hands catching her as she started to fall, but her attention was firmly fixed on the scene before her; the dancing girl, her friend, the swirling darkness coming toward them all; tears started to fall from the corners of her eyes...