Juson turned off the switch.
Wind blowed in the house.
Juson fall asleep.
The bulb -
Flickered.
One.
Twice.
Then blown out.
Suddenly -
The phone ring.
It was morning.
Juson woke up.
A teaching job.
Juson accepted it without hesitation.
Life moved forward.
Days turned into months.
Months into years.
Herik grew.
But not normally.
His eyes slowly shifted—grey fading into a faint blue.
He didn't speak.
Not even at two years old.
Yokina noticed changes.
Dry skin. Strange silence.
Juson dismissed them.
But not completely.
---
One morning, a call came.
An old friend.
A reunion.
Yokina was excited.
Juson agreed.
Everything felt… fine.
---
Until it wasn't.
The car had no fuel.
The plan was cancelled.
Small problem.
Or so it seemed.
---
That evening ,while Yokina slept with Herik, Juson quietly stepped outside.
He told the maid to leave.
Then drove away.
Far from the house.
To the riverside.
He opened the trunk and pulled out a set of papers.
His eyes lingered on one.
"Attempt 4: Itagawa—"
The rest was covered.
He stared at it for a long moment.
Then threw it into the river.
And left.
---
When he returned, nothing looked different.
The house was calm.
Yokina awake.
The maid back.
Dinner ready.
Everything normal.
---
Juson picked up Herik.
Looked into his eyes.
Blue.
Not natural.
Not before.
Something had changed.
Something he couldn't explain.
And this time—
He didn't ignore it.
---
That night, as the lights went out, Juson lay awake.
The silence in the house felt heavier than before.
Not empty.
Watching.
Waiting.
And for the first time—
Juson wasn't sure if the nightmare had actually ended.