She felt warm blood ooze down the back of her neck, and an awful throbbing in her tailbone from where she’d landed on the floor.

“HELP ME!” she screeched into her cell phone.
“Calm down for me, okay?” the 911 operator spoke calmly back to her. “Can you tell me your name? Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“SOMETHING IS IN MY HOUSE!” she screamed. “SOMETHING IS IN MY HOUSE—” 

But she was catapulted through the air again before she could finish.

~Excerpt from It's Only Pretend

Tabitha Freeman is an eternal optimist, daughter to Southerners, wife to a Transylvanian Railroader, international bestselling fiction author, & CEO/Founder of Publishing House The Golden Spindle,LLC.

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