Jack was about to go to sleep when his grandmother walked into his bedroom. It was weird, because she lived a few miles away, and she had Housemaid's Knee which made it difficult for her to walk. He was scared. He found it weirder still when she said goodbye and kissed him on the cheek. She started to walk out of his room. Just like that.

Jack heard the door slam shut, and got out of bed and looked out the window to see his grandma walking down the street. A man jumped out of the shadows and stabbed her in the heart. She fell down, looked up at Jack, and waved goodbye again, before becoming lifeless. She was dead.

A little freaked out Jack went back to bed and tried to get to sleep.

***

He woke up to his phone vibrating. Jack had a text from his friend that said to look out of the window. Not knowing what else to do, he got out of bed again and peered out the window. His dad and his friend were underneath the wheels of the van. Jack slammed a hand over his mouth to stop the screams, especially when he saw, written in blood, 'YOU'RE COMING WITH US'.

Jack stumbled back a little. He went back to bed, and tried not to have nightmares. It didn't work.

My reflection wasn't mine anymore. It was my brother's. I looked into the mirror, and my brother Greggie looked right back at me. He said, "Come with me," and dragged me into the mirror...

***

Jack woke up and his arm brushed against something. He turned over, and saw his dead brother staring at him, smiling, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

Unnerved, Jack got ready for school, the house, usually loud with confusion at this time of day, deadly silent. Where is my mum?

He reached in the fridge for his lunch box, and saw blood spilling out the sides. He unzipped it, and saw his mother's head inside, bodiless and bloody, and a note that said, 'Join us'.

He heard a noise behind him, and saw his mother, headless, his father, his brother, and his best friend walking towards him, brandishing different weapons, stumbling around like they couldn't walk or see. He had nowhere to run.

Death was better than anything he had ever felt before.