The high-pitched shriek woke her from the deep slumber.
Her heart was pounding as she searched for the light switch with cold, trembling fingers. The familiar chill of fear coursed through her body as the room flooded with muted light from the single bulb next to her warm bed. Her weary eyes searched the quiet room for the source of the petrifying noise that had abruptly roused her. Her clammy hand pressed against her racing heart as she closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down.
Slowly the memory tumbled back like a freight train.
The scream was hers.