Darkness

   My grandfather was lying on his deathbed, a look of pain on his sullen face. He opened his eyes slowly and spoke, “I didn’t mean to. It happened so suddenly. The girl appeared on the street out of nowhere. I didn’t mean to kill her.”
       What did he mean? But just as the thought crossed my mind, he drew one last breath and spoke, “She will emerge from the shadows.”

Those were his last words. Suddenly the lights went out and the room was cast into darkness. I could feel someone breathing down my neck. A whisper filled the air, “Don’t try to scream, no one will hear you.”