The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

frightened me more than any nightmare ever could.

“Sweetheart…”

“Where did you see him?”

She shrugged.

“I just see him.”

Nothing more.

No dramatic explanation.

No smile.

No sign she was pretending.

The rest of the drive passed in silence.

I kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror, hoping she’d suddenly laugh and admit she’d made it all up.

She never did.

She continue reading …