I texted my daughter to ask her exactly where I was supposed to pick her up. Just as I hit “send” she bounced off my hood, crashed through my windshield and landed lifeless in my lap.
I said good night to my wife laying next to me. I rolled over and saw her standing in the doorway.
With the last two bites, the tendons severed. He was free.
Staring from my bed, viewing my dark hallway, I walked but something grabbed me.
Then I woke up, staring from my bed, viewing my dark hallway.
As her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she screamed, “DONT ANSWER THE DOOR!”
I awoke suddenly, heart pounding in my chest and I realised, it was the doorbell that had woken me.
I don’t know what’s more unsettling. The fact that my TV wakes me up at night or the fact that it’s unplugged at night.