Monday, March 2, 4:00 a.m.
Hide!
Sarah grabbed her pillow and ran.
Hide.Mommy will find you.
Don’t listen to the sounds.
Don’t let the voices get you.
The blood on the floor stopped her. She couldn’t cross the room without stepping in it. It grew and grew, crowding her into a corner until it traced a path around her feet. She screamed!
She had to run.
She slipped, fell into the blood, but quickly scrambled up. Rushing past the kitchen table, she stalled. Her feet seemed to sink into the wooden floor as if it had turned to mud. She blinked. Told herself not to look. But she couldn’t close her eyes. Something stared at her from the table ... something that shouldn’t be there.
“Daddy?”
Big fat droplets of blood spilled over the edge of the table. What was wrong with her daddy? Sarah climbed into a chair.
She opened her mouth to scream again, but no sound came out. She could only stand there and stare at her daddy’s head on the table. Where was the rest of him?
“Sarah!” the voice wailed.
Terror sent goose bumps over her skin. She had to hide.
Hurry! Up the stairs. To her mother’s room. She climbed as deep into the closet as she could go, curled into a ball, and hugged her pillow.
Find me, Mommy. Come find me!
Sarah!
Sarah bolted upright.
A weight shifted beside her. Suffocating ... warm.
Someone was next to her!
Sarah scrambled out of bed.
She stumbled.
She gasped for air.
“What happened?”
The voice.
The body moved.
Sarah blinked.
Conner.
She blew out a breath.
Just a dream.
