THEM
By Randy
Romero
Kayla Wren–a
short seven-year-old girl with a pallid complexion and shoulder-length
strawberry blonde hair–stood at her parent’s window, staring out at the empty
street below. Her eyes shifted back in forth between the desolate street and
the cloudless sky.
It was a
strikingly sunny day in early May, but Kayla wasn’t surprised to see the
neighborhood deserted. Kayla knew something. Something even her parents didn’t
know. Something her neighbors never saw coming.
Max and
Alyssa Wren woke up just after 10 o’clock. It was a Saturday and Max usually
slept in as late as he could on his only day off.
Alyssa
was the first to notice Kayla standing at the window.
“Kayla?
Are you sleepwalking again?” her mother asked, rubbing sleep dust from her
eyes.
But
Kayla was wide awake. She looked awfully pale and seemed distant, yet calm,
serene. Eerily calm.
Kayla had
heard her mother’s voice, but didn’t turn to face her. She just gazed skyward
at the blistering sun.
“Today
is a beautiful day,” Kayla declared. “We should make the most of it. It will be
our last.”
Alyssa gasped,
Max sat up straight in bed.
“Kayla!
What an awful thing to say,” Alyssa chided. “Why would you say such a terrible thing?”
It wasn’t
just what Kayla had said. The frank, matter-of-fact way that Kayla spoke frightened
her mother, chilled her to the bone.
“But
it’s true,” Kayla said.
“Who
told you that?” Max asked.
“Them.”
“Who, sweetie?
Who?” Alyssa asked.
“Them.”
“Who are
you talking about?”
“The
Dark Men. They’re coming to get us. They got Mr. and Mrs. Harper next-door.
They got the Sanchez family across the street. Everybody on this block is gone.
And we’re next. There’s no stopping them. ”
Max and
Alyssa exchanged looks of concern, then turned their attention to Kayla, who
still had her back to her parents.
“Today
is a beautiful day,” Kayla repeated. “We should make the most of it…”
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