© Douglas M.Macllroy
Sleep over at Kate’s sounded like a great idea. They could continue their game and also have pizza and soda for dinner, something Ava never got at home. Kate’s father was permissive and kind, maybe to kind, there was something about him that made her feel uneasy. As she laid in the camp bed with her back towards the door she could feel his precense, small ugly eyes staring obsessivly at her. She wanted to go home.