The lights went out. This scared the boy, and he ran to hide under the large mahogany dining room table. A laced table cloth with many tiny holes draped the sides.
He saw a flickering dim light and his mother’s feet slowly shuffling toward the table. She was wearing a long dress. Old. One he’d never seen.
“Beau, where are you? You can’t hide from me. I will find you.”
The boy cried but kept very still, every muscle firmly tensed, afraid to wipe away his tears.
Then the cloth flew upward.