2 Quotes by Ramona Nehring-Silver

Kean shuddered. Reaching under the wire fence, he grabbed the bottle. The sleeve of his faded green T-shirt snagged on the end of a wire just as a feeling of being watched quivered down the back of his neck. He jerked the sleeve free, tearing a small hole in the fabric, and looked back over the neighbor’s yard. No one was watching, but he had an urge to get out of there – fast!

Goosebumps crept up the back of Kean’s neck. As he slowly turned to examine the room, he spotted the green mist up in the corner near the door. It wasn’t spreading around the room like a stench. “What are you doing to me? Open the bottle,” the voice pleaded.No one was in the room. “Who said that?” Kean blurted, then lifted his feet onto the bed and leaned over to see under the bed. “I did.” “Who? Where are you?” Kean’s knuckles turned white from gripping the bottle.