“You’ll die if you go in there, Mikey, you – Scotty and your w***e. I’ve got so many beautiful things to show you, ALL OF YOU!” the deep voice growled from the throat of Shelly Ardell.
Mike creased his brow in confusion, feeling the grip of intense déjà vu. He’d been here before. Heard those words before. He looked in puzzlement around the hospital room, it was empty. Last time he’d lived this a man had been here, Shelly Ardell’s husband, and upon his lap had been the child in a rabbit onesie, her face angelic in peaceful sleep as she nestled safely in the comfort of her father’s lap.
Mike looked back to the bed. Shelly Ardell’s lips peeled back, as they had done before, only this time they revealed black gums that held terrible jagged teeth, teeth that would have looked more akin to som
