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  Part of Rachel’s curious nature wanted to check it out but her gut convinced her stay and eat with her husband. They went to bed early. Bret didn’t spoon with her that night. It took him hours to get to sleep. Rachel stared at the alarm clock. It’s green numbers reflecting in her glassy olive colored eyes. As the hour’s waned, the house groaned under the wind’s force. Wooden shutters chattered lightly like teeth against the pale outer walls. Around three-ish, she couldn’t take the noise anymore. She forced herself out of bed and dragged her feet into the bathroom. Flipping on the light switch, she realized how tired she really was. Her eyes had dark circles and lines curving out from under them, her skin looked sickly white and her short black hair seemed greasy instead of glossy.

  Rachel felt a tugging at the corner of her shirt, yet her shirt wasn’t moving. She washed her face in the sink and looked back into the mirror.

  A silhouette stood behind shower curtain.

  She sucked air and twisted around. No silhouette. She blinked a few times. The rings on grinded on the horizontal post as Rachel pulled aside the curtain. Only a regular old shower. She made an uneasy promise with herself to get some sleep and wandered out into the hallway. She peaked into the bedroom. Brett wasn’t there.

  There was movement downstairs.

  Holding onto the handrail, Rachel walked down the steps and toward the kitchen. “Brett?”

  The wind moaned outside.

  Rachel felt her way to the kitchen doorway. “What are you doing in the dark?”

  She reached her hand around the threshold and flipped the night.

  Every cupboard open. Mom’s China, plates, tea cups, glassware were all dashed across the ground in jagged chunks. There was so much that it covered the entire kitchen floor.

  Rachel screamed.

  “Babe?” Brett yelled, standing at the top of the stairs, half asleep. “I heard you from the second upstairs bathroom. Everything okay?”