The rainbow patch in the sky blended with the red blood sky in such a way that seemed very aesthetic. Though a scary sight, as Michael and John recalled bedtime stories their mother told them about ghostly manifestations under the cover of a red blood sky, the blend with the rainbow made it seem less of a horror and more of a natural artistry.

John the younger brother was really terrified, but Michael seemed much braver and in a bid to distract the frightened brother from the entire sight, requested for a hide and seek game.

“Ready or not I’m coming,” cried Michael and off he went looking for John who took first turn. He looked in all the usual places, but he couldn’t find him. The apartment was eerily silent.

Then he heard sound coming from the wardrobe. Opening the door, Michael tried putting his hand out into the mass of clothing to feel for his little brother when a small, white, icy cold hand came out, grabbed his wrist, and tried to pull him into the closet.

So the bed time stories were true, they chanted in horror as they narrated the rest of their ordeal.