Author: Alex Keaton
She entered the living room and stopped. She could see his silhouette in the window, facing north, motionless. She walked up and stood behind him for some time, as tears streamed down her face. She could not bear to see her son, appearing like a tortured soul, desperately in search of something. But what, what could be tormenting him so? Before Karen could finish reaching up to muss the hair on the back of his head, Charlie spun and returned to his room, as if on autopilot. She watched him, as he rounded the corner into the hallway, then with her right hand, spread the drapes and looked to the north. Immediately, her body filled with dread, causing her to withdraw from the window. She walked quickly to the hallway, looking over her shoulder; sure that something was watching her. She pushed Charlie's door open, to find him fully covered, sound asleep, as though nothing had taken place. Karen then found herself doing, what she'd done a thousand times before, as a child. She dashed through her bedroom door, dove into bed, and buried herself beneath the blankets.