Kealan Patrick Burke

It was a piece of sour candy.

voice was perfectly normal, perfectly child-like, and worse, utterly convincing.

“I live here, Daddy.”

All his food was gone, replaced by hundreds of bags of sour candy.

And too late he realized that what he had put into his mouth was not candy at all, but a key.

He became convinced it was a beacon.

The child was signaling the others.