By Joel Arnold
Read by Ben Phillips
Okay, this is where it gets tricky. Confession time. The night I cheated on my wife –
No – let’s save that for later.
The night Mary wakes up and screams “I can hear him! Make him stop!”
“Honey, it’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”
She sits up staring blindly as I turn on the bedside lamp, “No, I heard him. I saw him. His shadow – like he was over me, breathing.”
“Settle down. You were having a bad dream.”
“No,” she insists. The bed shakes with her tremors. “No.”
“You were dreaming.”
She starts to cry.