It was Nadia.
I looked at her.Her eyes ...
Were they always like that?
I shook the feeling off as soon as Grandpa Trevor's name left her mouth.
I hadn't been listening..not really but the sound of his name pulled me back.He was awake.
I gave her a small nod and turned away,wlking silently into the house.
Grandpa Trevor never minded my silence.He was deaf,after all and with him,I entered.His gray hair cling to his forehead,his skin pale and thin with sickness.But he smiled at me,soft,tired and patted my head as I sat besides him.
Before either of us could sign a word...the scream came.
Sharp.Piercing.
I recognized the voice instantly.Aunt Kira,the woman who lived across the street.
Another child gone missing,I thought numbly to myself,rising to look out the window.
But I was wrong.
Very wrong.
It wasn't a missing child this time.It was a corpse.Lying in the middle of town.
The smell hit first..Raw,Acidic and rotting.The kind that twists your stomach before your brain catches up.
Then came the details.
Not a child.
The Sheriff.
His body had been torn part and twisted inside out like soemthing had played with him.Claw marks slashes across his skin.His eyes gouged out and his left arm..?gone.
And his heart... missing.
Behind me, Grandpa Trevor moved.He stood by the window,eyes shadowed
Then...he whispered:
"Death will come for all of them."
I turned to look at him,stunned.athere was something in his voice...a chill,an eerie calm that wrapped itself around me like ice.
What did he mean?
More deaths?
How could he know?
I stared at him,trapped in my own thoughts, spiraling when Nadia burst into the room.Lucius followed,and the twins right behind him.
They came to check on us..on me,on Grandpa Trevor.
He nodded at them once,signaling we were fine and returned to his bed without a word.
But I wasn't fine.
His words echoes in my head,over..and over again.
"Death will come for all of them"