Rachel's Revenge (1) Rachel wakes up in a different time, a different place. What has happened and what will she do now? A snippet for Spooktober. _____ Cold, darkness, heat Where am I Hard wood beneath my palms, barely enough room to stretch out my arms Where am I A sliver of light above her, just the barest crack. Panic gave her strength and she reached for it. A finger’s width and nothing more. She pushed and pushed against the ceiling and felt it give way. Push, push, push, that’s it, you’re doing fine Tearing, shredding, a burst of crimson spreading beneath her Head swimming with pain and effort, a rag shoved deep into her mouth to cut off her cries The ceiling broke under the weight of fear and splintered into many pieces. She sat up in darkness, unable to see, completely disoriented. Her throat felt as dry as desert sand. “Hello?” she whispered. “Who’s there?” She only heard her voice in her head. Silence crushed her like a velvet cloak. How l...