She was in the child's bedroom, reading from the little storybook that had come bundled with the toy, when the sound upstairs interrupted her thought. The front door opened, then closed. She heard footfalls in the hall, and the kitchen and the hall again. She listened, her reading suspended momentarily, heard the family room door close firmly. She heard something solid placed gently on the wooden floor, slid briefly along. Then came the creaking of his chair. Then the sound of glass on glass. Moments later the sound repeated itself.
"What's that, darling?" she asked.
She watched the child but trained her ear on the room above, heard bottle strike glass again.
"Don't worry about Daddy. Everything will be fine."
She looked at her watch. Six o'clock.
The child might sleep after the story.
It would be best if she slept.
Something was upsetting him and she didn't need to see him in the state that might follow.
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Song, Unheard
Horror***Featured in Fright Profile*** Life has been different lately. She feels a growing sense of dread and wishes for things to be normal. His drinking is out of control. The child seems frightened and withdrawn. And then come the birds. Strange b...
