That Horror Night (Short Story) ✔️

Part 3

In the study, i sink into an armchair and pick up my book, But my thoughts blur the words. Stirring my tea, i gaze at the swirling whirlpool.
For a moment, i spot the whiskey separating from the tea - stained water, but a blink and it's all the same swirling liquid again.

I trying to comfort my son I've stirred a forgotten memory - a whisper of two world swirling, separate but together at the same time, I shiver imagining the invisible brushing against my skin and recalling the night my parents didn't come.