It was the middle of the night when I woke up, and had trouble falling asleep again. So, I got up and stood by the window gaining a clear view into the backyard.
crickets chirped, a peculiar sound that has always given me comfort. The soft
breeze whistled, pulling the trees back.
shrub beneath rustled, when a dark figure emerged in the corner of the
backyard. He held a shovel in his left hand, tapping it against the floor. My
heart clenched in fear. Backing away from the window, I went back to my bed and
hid under the covers praying it was all just a dream. Perhaps an hour had
passed, maybe even longer. I lost track of time as the thumping continued below
prayed silently, unaware when the darkness had washed over me.
next morning when I awoke, curiosity drove me down the flight of stairs and
into the backyard. When I reached the exact spot the figure had been standing,
I noticed fresh soil roughly patted down.
sat down, staring at the surface. Digging the soil away with my hands, I
stumbled backwards; the pit was filled with several infant hands and feet, all
of which were covered in dry blood.
heart pounded in my chest. Looking closer at the pit, I noticed a piece of
paper. Slowly, I reached towards it, my hands shaking the entire time.
it carefully, I found writing on the inside. It said “How did you sleep?”