The End of Us All

4

No answer. I try calling out for John and wait for the patter of his foot steps but I still hear the stale silence that has taken over my home. I slowly make my way upstairs unsure of what awaits me. As I approach John's room, I notice the door is slightly ajar and an odd burnt flesh smell wafts from from.

I nudge the door, and it creeps open. I still remember the first time I walked into this room. Jocelyn was pregnant with John and we were looking for a bigger house. This was the perfect house. Big kitchen, huge master, and of course future baby John's room. Times have definitely changed because I am now creeping into my child's room to see if he has turned into a monster and find ,m mysteriously missing wife. I walk into the center of the room and everything seems untouched. the way is should be. The only thing that's different, no John. I remember the video and how that thing came out of the closet and the small creature crawled into the crib and it sends shivers down my spine.

The entire time this is happening I'm just wishing that this is just a cruel joke my wife is playing on me. That she hacked the camera. But I know, that its not. And that something truly is wrong. I slowly walk over to the crib and peer inside. I miss seeing the smile of my little baby boy. But its empty. I look around the room at the rocking chair in the corner and the changing table across the room, hoping for a clue. A note. Anything... but there's nothing. The part that I've been dreading the most, I walk over to the closet and my breathing starts getting faster and shallower. I don't know what to expect. The silent room has now been overcome with the sound of my racing heart. Its beating so fast I feel as if it will just pop right out of my chest. I wipe my clammy on my pants and shakily reach for the closet door. I start slide it open slowly, but then like ripping off a band aid I whip it open and let my eyes adjust to what is in front of me. 

Clothes. Shoes. Boxes. Blankets. No. This can't be. I push some of John's clothes aside and pound on the wall with my fist. I don't know what I was expecting, but this definitely isn't it. I know what I saw in that video. I'm not crazy. I saw that tall figure pick up my little boy to later be replaced by some thing. 

I start to back out of the room. I must be dreaming. I have to be. This must be some twisted dream. I stop in the center of the room to try and register what is going. 

I feel some thing drip onto my shoulder, and I freeze. I slowly raise my shaking hand to my shoulder and pull it away only to find blood on my finger tips. I look at my shoulder to confirm that there is in fact dark red blood staining my white dress shirt. My hearts pounding even harder now. If that was even possible.   

I slowly look up. And to my horror I lock eyes, with Jocelyn.