Dew Claws

He was Jonathan now. He had 2 foster parents,a room of his own-even a clock radio. Everything was going fine, even the nightmares and the memories of his uncle and 3 brothers being sucked into the fetid mud of Night Horse Swamp were starting to fade... Then it returned. Once again Johnny Ray saw the glimmer of movement in the dark, the smell of the dank odor of decay, felt the withered black claws of horror closing around his heart. It had taken away everything he loved, and now it was back -- for him. GRIP OF DARKNESS He was Jonathan, now. He had two foster parents, a room of his owneven a clock radio by his bed. Everything was going to be just fine. Even the nightmares were finally beginning to leave him. And the memories of his uncle and three brothers being sucked into the fetid mud of Night Horse Swamp were starting to fade. GRASP OF DEATH Then it returned. Once again Johnny Ray saw the glimmer of movement in the dark, smelled the dank odor of decay, felt the withered black claws of horror closing around his heart. It had taken away everything he loved. And now it had come back for him .