The clicking had been going on for a week–unmistakable in the hush of the night. The family decided to investigate together. It was too scary to go alone.
The office door swung wide as they approached and revealed Nana, sitting before a flickering screen frantically typing away.
“Nana?” said the youngest, full of hope.
His mother pulled him back. “It’s not really Nana,” she said. “It’s… Nana’s dead, sweetheart. Go back to bed.”
“She said she would be finished by Halloween. That’s tomorrow,” said Freddie. “Let’s leave her to it, Beth. Maybe then she’ll be at peace.”