Kayden thought it would be just another night. A sleepover with his friends, his girl Kaliyah, junk food, and ice cream. His mom had only stepped out for a little while. But thirty minutes in, the front door door creaked open— and her voice called out to him from the kitchen. Only it wasn’t really her. As blood began to stain the floor, something clawed its way closer. It knew his name. It wore his mother's voice like a disguise. And it wasn't leaving without him. By the time his real mother returned home, the house was painted red and her nightmare had just begun. Remember: No knock is safe. No voice is right. Let it speak, and you will fade