Alternative: Sci-fi Story

“She’s getting worse. Her condition ... it’s not ... manageable.”

What did she mean by that? What condition?

Derek shook his head.

“What should we do?”

Dr. Myles pressed a finger to her lips and shook her head.

“Not here. Call me.”

Becca watched as the doctor climbed into her car and drove off.

Those words, ‘we have to move fast. She knows too much.’

Knows too much about what?

Nothing came to mind. Her head throbbed. Her chest tightened.

Then she saw movement in one of the windows.

A cold part of her screamed to run. But another part—the one that needed to know—held her in place. Someone was inside. Not the kids. Someone else. A woman.

Could she be the one doing things in Becca’s name? She had to find out.

Derek had already gone back into the house.

I have to be careful.

Becca crept to the side window. Just beyond it was the pantry. She rose on her toes and peered in.

There was nothing. The whole of it was just Empty.

Then, a bit of motion stirred from the other side of the room just beyond her view. She noticed it from the corner of her eye.

A woman stepped into view a moment later. But it was her face that stared back at her.

It was herself. This was impossible...