He woke quickly, heart thumping, a shout dying in his throat. The room was dark, curtains deepening the already murky shadows that crawled across the bed.
The house was quiet. He didn’t know why he woke up, or what woke him. A nightmare, perhaps. He recalled a darkness, a deep moonless night, and a whisper in the shadows. Eyes glowing from the dark, and a harsh whisper, the words indistinct but the urgency was enough to make him wake.
The house had been empty since his father disappeared one day, not coming back from work. A few days missing, and nothing. His repeated calls to the labs where his father worked went unanswered, and eventually, the phone calls stopped going through at all. The police came up empty handed. Since he was eighteen, there was nothing they could do for him. He
