The Men Only We Could See-kybie

Clearer.

But strange.

Like they were echoing from somewhere… not quite human.

Dad reached the door.

His hand hovered over the handle.

He looked back at me.

“Stay behind me,” he said.

I nodded, trembling.

He pushed the door open.

And what we saw inside—

Made my father stagger backward.

My mother was in the middle of the room.

Surrounded.

By them.

The same seventeen men.

But this time—

They weren’t normal.

Their eyes…

Completely black.

Their skin…

Too pale.

Their smiles…

Too wide.

And worst of all—

Their feet…

Were not touching the ground.

They were floating.

Slowly.

Circling her.