It had been one week since Jeff died but so much had changed. Being his best friend, I was the only one allowed into his room. But it was so different. Black curtains fringed in lace covered the windows. Flickering lights danced along the walls, but I didn’t know where they were coming from. His sheets were freshly washed for some reason but the strangest part of the room were the eggs. They sat atop a pedestal in the middle of the room, whispering. “Come, join us.”
The voices sounded so welcoming… I walked up to the pedestal smiling. I was going home.