I was ripped from my dream by the sound of someone screaming. I sat up with a start, panting hard and covered in sweat. What the hell was that? It seemed so real. The scream echoed through the house again, I quickly threw myself out of bed and ran downstairs.
Brittany was standing at the front door, her arms wrapped around her middle. “Brittany, what’s wrong?”, I yelled as I ran towards her. She looked up at me, her face covered in tears. She lifted a finger and pointed outside, her hand shaking uncontrollably. I took a step around her and nearly threw up. On the doorstep was a heart, blood still seeping from it, like it had been freshly yanked from someone’s, or somethings, chest. I stumbled backwards, the queasiness overtaking me.
“There was a note”, Brittany whispered, walking
