Once Night Comes

Chapter 2

Most of my friends went missing.
Sometimes when I walk down the street I feel like someone is watching me, like something is going to come out, grab me and
. . .

However. Survived today's daylight. But not everyone was that lucky.  As I was walking down the street I saw another family crying. It was Thomas' family. He was a friend of mine. He was the next victim. I went to his family to say sorry. 
I got closer.
"I. . ."
"Why him?" His mother said through tears.  "Why my Tommy. That's not fair.  It needs to stop!!!" She screamed that. A little kid popped from behind her. It was Thomas's sister. She was still sleepy.
"Mommy, why are you crying? And where is Thomas? "She said rubbing her eyes and looking around.
  "Honey, he . . ." Her father tried to tell her but I cut him off.
" He is okay . . . And I promise,"-I said that looking at her father- " that he's going to come back as soon as possible" Her father tried to smile and hugged his wife. The little girl smiled as well. Her big big eyes filled with hope. I couldn't imagine her face if she realized what actually had happened to her brother. Her mother was right - it needs to stop. Those things need to be cough and banished. I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand seeing innocent families crying every single day.  But right then the smile from her father's face disappeared.
  "We locked all doors. A normal person wouldn't be able to unlock them so easily. When we woke up we went to check Thomas. All the lockers were unlocked.  All of them! Not broken. Unlocked . . . Then Thomas was. . ."
   "I know, you don't need to say it." I saw that it was hard for him to say that.
  "Thank you" he whispered and his wife cried again. Mumbled something like 'My Tommy' but I'm not quite sure.
   "And you didn't hear anything that night?"
   "Trust me, I am the worst sleeper, if something has come at home I would have heard it."
   That was weird. But there's a reason those things are called The Shadows.  As I said, you never hear them or see them and eventually, someone ends up gone. Every . . . single . . . night.
   Thomas was a really nice guy.  Normal 15 years old boy. He did nothing. I will really miss him . . . If I'm not the next.
"I am sorry. I really am."
"I know, thank you. Stay alert."
A lot of people have said that to me.
I nodded and walked away.
   Soon enough it got dark. Time to hide. My mother and father locked my sister in her room, themselves in their room and I locked myself in mine, then checked the windows.  The clock was ticking creepier than usual. The wind was blowing the branches of the trees,  which were going to the left and the and the right slowly.
Something bad was coming.