His sense of excitement grew the closer he got to the first house. At age 10, this was his first Halloween out collecting on his own and, trick or treat, it was thrilling to think that grandpa’s bayonet would be put to use again after so many years.


I’d heard about sleep paralysis and waking with the feeling that there’s a presence in the room. But no one said anything about that presence beginning to move and revealing a shape that was very far from human.


It was only after our daughter, a policewoman, was killed that I remembered the picture. A family picture in which a strange blemish had appeared on our daughter’s image, marking the exact spot the bullet entered her throat.