Jacob decided to stay at home when his mother went out. She told him to go to bed at eleven but unfortunately, he couldn’t hear her over the sound of his music. Jacob haphazardly waved his mother goodbye as she closed the door.
Jacob spent an hour and a half playing with his phone.
Games.
YouTube videos.
Movies.
Music.
He even texted his best friend for a while until she no longer replied. He didn’t pay any attention to the time. Until his phone battery hit 10%.
Jacob realized that his mother never called or texted him in all the time that he had his phone.
Jacob sent her a text.
“Hey”
No reply.
He was confused as to why she wouldn’t answer him. She always answered her phone. His confusion chilled intoconcern as night fell and midnight rose.
He sent another.
“Mom? Where are you?”
Again. No answer.
“Sweetie?”
A familiar voice rang out from behind the couch. It sounded like his mother’s, but it wasn’t. Not entirely. It was warped.
Crinkling like folded tin foil. Jacob jumped and spun around.
Only for thick black hair to consume his sight.
“Why haven’t you gone to bed?”
