When my son was rushed to the hospital, my mother lied: “He’s perfectly fine.” But the detective told me, “Your family didn’t call 911. A neighbor found him.” I leaned over my boy. His lips trembled as he whispered one name, exposing a dark family secret I never suspected…

he gasped, his voice cracking with pure horror. “The man.”

Chapter Three: The Water Rising

I spun around so fast my vision blurred.

The janitor had turned to face us. He wasn’t looking at the trash receptacle anymore. He was staring dead at Noah. Underneath the frayed brim of the grey cap were pale, sunken, dead eyes and a jagged, white scar cutting a continue reading …