When I stepped out of my bedroom, I noticed that Mom and Dad’s bedroom was shut. They usually left it open when they were home.
I curiously krepted downstairs. There was no one there. I checked the garage. Their car was gone.
That was odd.
I went back upstairs to get my things. This was going to be a busy day. I wasn’t going to let myself doze off in the car this time. I was going to get this s**t done even if I had to pull my hair out doing so.
But as I was nearing my bedroom door, something caught my eye.
My brother’s door, Jacob’s, was open just a crack.
I stilled in the hallway. There was something haunting about the slim opening between the door and the doorframe. It was as if something was peering through the small space, watching me as I floundered for a reason why the door w
