The moonlight was still filtering through the kitchen window downstairs. I slowly descended the stairs, carrying the flashlight. I saw nothing and was relieved. But as soon as I turned around, I saw something that terrified me. It was my adopted brother. He was pointing his finger at me as if threatening me. He didn't move. Or he wouldn't budge from his place. I didn't see him. His eyes weren't moving, he wasn't speaking or moving. I tried to talk to him, but to no avail. I decided to approach him very, very slowly. Suddenly, without warning... (To be continued)
