Dem Dry Bones

“The lump in my throat returns all over again when I open my door to go to the kitchen. Feeding time this week makes me especially nervous. Had I not seen it with my own eyes at the end of stage three of the virus, I wouldn’t believe that it even needed to be separated from us. But I’ve seen its dilated pupils—large, dark eyes with red where white is supposed to be. I’ve watched it waste away before my eyes. Transform from a tall muscular man to a man so gaunt that his joints push through his skin.”

Sarah goes from a normal child to one who tremors at the thought of It's feeding time. She's afraid to leave her house, but even more afraid to stay in it. But when the truth about It surfaces, Sarah is forced to conquer her fears and face the bare bones facts:

1. It wants her dead.

2. It will do anything to feel the firm, dry texture of her bones in between its teeth—even if that means taking her alive.