I awoke with a start, the night crushing in around me. I groggily looked at the clock. 3:53 am. The television and radio were throwing out sounds of static, loud and insistent. Damned kids left them on again. As I reached for the remote, the clocked changed to 3:54 am and the static became a voice, crackling as if from an old radio play, distant yet distinct.
David? David, this is your father. Time is short. Get out now. Leave your wife and kids - it's too late for them. Head to our old hunting cabin. Go now.
My father has been dead for years.
I looked at my wife. She had already begun to change.
