Five year old Claire woke up groggily in the morning. She heard voices downstairs and got curious. She softly crept downstairs, almost as if she was floating. There she found two people, her mother and four year old sister. She silently listened in on the two of them. "Moma dad's been sleeping for a long time. When's he gonna wake up?" Suzy asked. Her mother froze and inhaled sharply. Fear dusted her features as she started upstairs with her daughter. The seven year old ran upstairs and hid behind the corner. She followed them in and watched.

The woman shook her husband gently, but got no response. "Dear wake up, you're scaring the children" she said smiling and laughing weakly. It was at that moment the older sibling knew. The girl walked towards her father's bed and looked. It was an odd, disturbing and mesmerizing sight. His face was pale, lifeless, eyes bloodshot, hands cold, and body rigid.

The aura coming from him was dark. "He's dead" she stated simply. Her mother glanced at her, shocked. Her sister asked; "What does that mean?" "It means he's never waking up," the five year old said coldly. Her sister trembled and started crying. Her mother, enraged, slapped the girl.

"How dare you say such a thing to your sister?!" "Don't you have a soul you freak of a demon?" "What is wrong with you?!" Tears wanted to escape her eyes, but for some reason, the girl didn't cry.