No Children Allowed

Ten Years Later...

explicit content. You been warned.
11:35pm
Joshua kept an eye on his closet door. Terrified and shaking, he hovered the blanket over his face. He can't get me, he whispered under his breath. "Don't look under the bed or at the closet door."
He spotted a figure standing at the bed frame. Can't scream out to mother, he thought to himself.
"Joshy. Why are you hiding?" His mother, Bree spoke out. Her long boney fingers gripped the blanket. "You had a nightmare again?" She asked.
He sat up from his twin-size bed and nodded. "S-Snacker," he trembled on his words. Nervous. "He almost got me. His long claws grabbed my leg and his sharp teeth nearly took a chuck out of my leg."
He explained. All Bree could do was nod and smiled. "It's just a dream, Joshy. Get some rest, your father will be home in the morning."

She stood up from the bed and planted a kiss on Joshua's forehead. Her long gown hung below her knees and was covering a baby bump. "Good night sweetie. Holler if you need anything I'll just be in the next room."
The next morning

The sun hovered over his window panes. The time on his Superman alarm clock pointed to 8:21am.

"Father was home, finally." He told himself as he slid his slipper on and ran down the stairs. "Good morning mommy and dad," he said with joy.
Tears were streaming down their face. Joshua noticed there was a scratched and cracked television in the living room and broken whiskey bottles on the floor. "What's happened?" He gave a curious eye into his father. His father, Max was speechless. He was too chocked up on tears to speak.

"Your uncle Haven died," his mother spoke up and gripped Max's hand. "Breakfast is in the fridge. Help yourself," Max yanked his hand away and took a sip of whiskey.

"Go upstairs Joshua! Please," his father asked. He slammed his daily drink against the mahogany dining table. This wasn't like him.
Joshua ran up the stairs in tears.
Max took a glimpse at Bree. "He's dead Bree! He killed himself," his shirt was covered in snot and soaked. "I was there. The image of his arm sliced up against his elbow and carved out 'I'm sorry' into his skin. He had a huge bit mark into his leg. You should had seen Maddie. She was white as a ghost and deeply upset."
Maddie was Haven's roommate and university best friend.
"Huge bit mark?" Bree asked while twinging with her fingers. How could that be if Joshua had a dream about it? She asked herself.
Max nodded. "Why'd you ask?"
Bree sighed. "It's just that Joshua dreamt of almost getting bit by Snacker."
He shook his head. "Kids will be be kids."
Knock. Knock.
Max glanced out the window and saw a lady in a suit. She had long dark brown hair in a ponytail and tilted sunglasses. Without a word. Max unlocked the door and open.

What do you think of the epilogue? Would you like a sequel or end the storyline like this?