Two boys whisper by the faint glow of a night-light. A clock shows quarter to midnight.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Me neither. I hear them again.” They lie flat and put their ears to a dusty air vent.
A scream.“GET OUT!” Then silence. Light footsteps on the stairs. The boys scramble back into bed, trembling.
The door creaks open, then quietly closes.
Morning, they dress quickly and go downstairs.
“I’ve made your favourite – waffles.” She smiles weakly, and tears streak down her face.
“Mom… is Dad…” She nods, they rush over and all three tumble to the floor sobbing.