Lost in purgatory and seeking entrance into the gates of heaven, sixteen-year-old Katie must endure the five stages of grief to live in eternal peace or risk the horror of capture by the elusive Wanderling and be damned to darkness forever.
My eyes open wide in panic, the flood of my heartbeat in my ears momentarily overriding all other sound.
“Help me!” My screams fall flat on the wooden walls that trap me. I kick out my legs, wincing with pain when they strike the solid walls of the coffin. The touch of the cool fabric that covers my bare skin sending me even further into a blind panic.
“Oh God, Oh God…HELP ME!” I pull and claw at the cloth, the muted squeaking of the lid as it slowly opens causing me to stop suddenly.
“Hello?” My only answer is the rustle of the trees far overhead. The wall of dirt stretches upward farther than I think I can climb.The shadow moves silently, the dusting of broken dirt from the flick of his tail alerting me to his presence. My back rigid, I grip the edges of the box struggling to swallow my gasps for air. My heartbeat continues to pound in my ears as I ease myself back into the coffin, the fear of the outside greater to me than the fear of this tomb. I watch the rolling black clouds as they rush across the sky above leaving a trail of gray mist behind. Only my eyes move as I watch the animal from below. His tail continuing to flick over the graveside, his enormous body casting a magnified shadow on the mountain of dirt above.
“Who are you?” I ask the question so softly that I doubt even my lips move.