In the hushed embrace of dawn, Jack roused himself from slumber, his thoughts wrapped in a blanket of anticipation. He slipped into his overalls, his movements deliberate and quiet, careful not to disturb his wife’s peaceful repose. As she dreamed, he knew she would awaken soon to weave her culinary magic, crafting a nourishing breakfast for the family.
Jack was about to step outside to begin his routine of feeding the animals when something unexpected happened. What was that sound? While Jack was in the kitchen he heard a strange noise coming from outside. It was still dark outside so he couldn’t see where it was coming from but he instantly knew something was not right.
The strange sound was like nothing Jack had ever heard before. A chilling symphony he had never heard before. It stirred within him an inexplicable unease, each note clawing at his very soul. Rooted to the kitchen floor, he strained to decipher the source of the spectral serenade when a sudden, heart-stopping terror gripped him.
Bonnie, his wife, materialized like a phantom from the shadows. She crept up behind him, her breath a ghostly whisper against his shoulder, before releasing a high-pitched, playful scream. Their laughter filled the room. Yet, beneath the surface, Jack’ heart still raced with disquiet. What was that sound he had heard earlier? Jack couldn’t shake his worry.
