Our nightmarish hell began on September 30th, the day we closed on our new home.
The next morning, I awoke to find Eagan gone. I ran through all the bedrooms, I ran outside to look around—nothing. It was like he vanished out of thin air.
“Mom, there is something evil in that suit.”
I looked up and out my rear-view mirror, and that is when I saw it.
“I’m, I’m seeing things – I’m seeing, people.”
The backseat smelt like old cigarettes and mildew. The cop slammed his door shut and started the car. I laced my fingers with Natalie’s, and whispered to her, “I promise we will get out of this, we are going to be ok.”
The thought of all the complications that could arise made me a little uneasy, but I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it would all be worth it in the end.
That’s when I felt it. A squirming feeling inside my brain. It almost felt like a Pac Man game being played inside my head. Like a snake slithering around from side to side. I could feel everything, I could feel the different directions it was turning.