“A girl, dressed in white, her fingertips dripping blood. “Oh my God,” I whispered. “Grey?” My oldest sister looked up at me. Her eyes were black and her white hair hung in filthy clumps around her face. “Run,” she said. She tried to take a step toward me but sank heavily to her knees. “He’s coming.”

“A girl, dressed in white, her fingertips dripping blood. “Oh my God,” I whispered. “Grey?” My oldest sister looked up at me. Her eyes were black and her white hair hung in filthy clumps around her face. “Run,” she said. She tried to take a step toward me but sank heavily to her knees. “He’s coming.”

— Krystal Sutherland