By Ryan Wilson
He’s up again. I can hear his heavy footsteps cross the floors as I lie awake. His fingernail scratches the wall as he drags his hand along, finding his way in the dark.
As he descends the stairs, his footsteps disappear into the carpet. Seconds later, the garage door opens. He’s never gone that far before.
I get up, heart quickening. I hurry down the stairs, but he is nowhere to be found. I hear a revving engine. I run to the kitchen window just in time to see his car flip in a moonlit silhouette and go up in flames.
Scary, suspenseful tale. Very well written.