*Snap*
Jake's mother awoke to the faint noise that sounded like a belt being cracked.
"What the hell was that?" she whispered to herself as she clambered her way out of bed.
In this instant she would've told her husband to go and see what the noise was but he had passed away when Jake was only 3. As she made her way out into the hallway and heard a creaking noise coming from Jake's room. She began to approach his room very carefully crabbing the cold metal doorknob that was almost as if she was touching a block of ice turning it just enough to open the door.
"Jake honey are you alright?" She asks.
"Ja... oh my god JAKE!!! JAKE NO!!!" She screamed as she dropped to her knees.
She had opened the door to see her son's body hanging from the ceiling fan in front of his bedroom window swaying back in forth casting a shadow into the hallway.
