Chronicles of a Scary Night to Remember.

Installment #3

The gift of sleep had been unwrapped and our inner circle had gotten through. A blue hue escaped from underneath my phone. Like drawing from a deck of cards, I slid the device towards the mattress while keeping it downward so as not to wake Mark. Then moved my fingertips on lacquered surface for my red glasses but they were not on the nightstand.

The phone and I went into the kitchen. While the kettle heated up, I scanned the first of several somber notices.