Falling. Thats what it felt like. Every day it was like falling off some cliff into a never ending free fall. Things were a mess—Diana had left. Natalie had been healing from her previous drug addiction and was moving forward with her life while trying to deal with Dan's previously suppressed grief. Gabe was still gone, as he had been since his passing at just eighteen months old, and yet somehow, his presence still lingered as it always had.

You yourself had been juggling school, a part time job, and the screwed up family dynamics of the Goodman household. You had also begun seeing things. The flash of a tall six foot shadow in doorways that would be gone when you weren't looking from your perepheral vision. The humming of what sounded like a soothing lullaby at night when it would otherwise be too quiet. The time of day when your brain raced with thoughts that wouldn't quiet down.

It started up again. The humming. It was dark at three in the morning, the rest of the Goodman household asleep. Or were they?