The three children were smiling so peacefully - they almost looked alive.
All tucked up in their beds, blankets barely tinged with red.
The neatness of the little ones was a stark contrast to the rest of the room.
Blood painted almost every surface as clumps of hair and flesh stuck to broken
furniture all around the scene.
At least, that's what the photos sent to the police showed.
When they arrived there were four children and according to the systems none
of them existed.
As if this wasn't troubling enough, when the bodies were put in the morgue they
kept changing places.
None of the cameras picked up any activity but they always managed to switch
containers, even when someone was in the room monitoring the area.
After playing about with the tapes, trying to catch a glimpse of something, anything
I managed to freeze last night's clip in just the right place to see them move.
I slowed it as much as I possibly could and there they were, on all fours scurrying
to each other's place, heads fixated on the person in the room.
Out of curiosity, I slowed down the speed of the live tape.
There they were, moving on all fours, staring at the camera.
Moving towards the door.
Opening the door.
Opening my door.
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