The Men Only We Could See-kybie

The living room was empty.

Clean.

Nothing out of place.

No shoes.

No signs of visitors.

Nothing.

“Mom?” I called softly.

Still nothing.

Then—

We heard it.

From inside the bedroom.

Voices.

Many voices.

Whispers.

Deep.

Low.

Like men talking.

Dad looked at me.

I looked at him.

Fear.

Pure fear.

Slowly…

He walked toward the room.

Step by step.

The whispers grew louder.