Linda enjoyed dancing with Todd. She tried to ignore the strange guests dancing around her.
“Come, let’s dance again,” he whispered,
pulling her slowly to her feet. He led her back to the dance floor and held her
close.
Happy and content that he
was finally being attentive to her, she rested her head against his shoulder. Earlier she had tried to
escape from his arms, but now all she wanted was to remain safe and warm inside
them.
They danced every dance
until midnight. She loved being held by Todd, his arms holding her securely.
She felt his rippling muscles beneath his suit. She hoped that he was strong enough
to protect her from the evil intent on destroying their small town. And when
the dust settled and the bad guys were taken care of, they could have a future
together.
At precisely twelve
o’clock, a sequence of twelve loud bongs vibrated through the large room. The music stopped playing. Everyone stood still, listening to the chimes of the huge grandfather clock.
After the last bong, the music resumed playing and the sounds of voices and laughter
could be heard once again.
Todd politely excused
himself, promising to return in a few minutes. Linda was left all alone in the middle of the dance floor. She was surprised to find that most of the other residents
had already left the party. The chimes seemed to have cleared out the room: very few people were left dancing among the statues.
As she strolled through
the sculptures, she felt as if they were watching her. She passed one and
peered into its glass face. It portrayed a young woman crying with tears, which
appeared wet and shiny as they flowed down her glossy cheeks. She quickly moved
away, hoping that the statues didn’t come to life at night and become the
haunting shadows that roamed the town.
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