Three black silhouettes were sitting up against the
headboard, two larger and one smaller. They were the
unmistakeable shapes of my parents and brother.
Something looked off about them however. I groped
towards the light switch as the voice in my head
screamed at me to go downstairs and run to the
neighbours, to call the police. Ignoring it I ﬂipped the
The vacant eyes of my family were all staring at me,
glasslike but somehow they were looking right at me.
Their heads were hanging at an unnatural angle, as if
their necks had been simply snapped. They had been
propped up against the bed like grotesque puppets. A cry
was caught in my throat as I stood rooted to the ﬂoor. I
willed myself to take a step back when I heard it again,
the sound that had tormented me all those nights. The
breathing really was a death rattle now, it sounded
somehow even more full of malice than the previous
nights. And it was coming from right behind me.