The night it all started was cold, the kind of cold that made it feel like death was knocking on your front door. It was Friday night, and most of the day was a blur. I had the day off and was spending it with my friends and family. im not going to lie I may have had a bit too much to drink and passed out at the end of the night, but it was rare when I drink like that, so I don't tend to know my cut-off point.
I woke to the sound of my son screaming. My eyes shot open, and they fell on the LED screen of my watch; it read 2:59 am. I groaned, my head pounding from enjoying a bit too much of the liquid gold that night. I sat up slowly, thinking he might have just had a nightmare. I looked around the room. It was pitch black; I could only make out vague outlines of the furniture in the room. I looked at my wife's side of the bed. I saw that Piper was gone and sighed with relief, thinking she went to check on our son Jason. I lay back down, my head resting back on the pillow. Right as I started to get comfortable again, I heard Jason scream again this time; it was blood-curdling like he was hurt.
Jason: DADDY HELP
The panic and fear in his voice made me shoot out of bed and out of the room, running as fast as I could, the fear of not knowing what was happening to him driving me forward through the dark hallway of my home
as I ran, I got halfway to my son's room before I felt my feet slip from under me, my whole world turning sideways as I fell, my head making a solid thud on the hardwood floor. I felt my mind start to fade from the impact, my world fading into darkness. Before I remembered why I was running, I fought back the urge to pass out and pulled myself from the floor as fast as I could without falling again. I tried getting to my feet as fast as I could, but the task was made almost impossible by the substance coating the floor, and now I am myself, it was warm and sticky, but my mind was racing too fast to notice. I went further down the hallway, slipping on the substance that seemed to coat the floor to my son's door. I reached the door; a light beam came from his cracked door. The light was flickering as I got closer. The light looked like it was about to go out. As I got closer, I was met with a wet snapping and tearing noise. I stopped for a moment, my mind reeling with fear, my mind finally registering that my son's cries had stopped, the horrible sound being the only thing feeling the silence of the house. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I looked at the floor as I stepped up to the door, trying not to make a sound. My eyes widened as I could see what I'd been slipping in this whole time. It was blood. I almost threw up seeing it. I froze for a moment, my mind racing at what was happening in my home, the
