“Go There”

“Go there! If you want to see your family again.”

Those thundering words and the sound of a death rattle echo in my dark living room at two minutes of midnight.

I run to my car, open the passenger door, but cannot slide to the steering wheel. The sedan starts on its own, locks its doors, and drives me to wherever “there” is. The stopped car unlocks.

I open the door and step into blackness. Stones crunch under me. Moans catch my ear. A chill envelops. My car drives away without me.

I hear the booming voice again. It snickers.