The Dead of Night
by Dean Kuch

 

My daughter won't stop screaming or crying. I've done everything I can think of—everything I observed my wife doing before she decided to walk out on us.

 

It always worked for her.

 

She's constantly awakening me in the dead of night. I'm a security guard over at Macum's Mill—on the morning shift.

 

I gotta get some sleep.

 

I know what you're thinking. Hire some help so I get some much needed rest, right? How much money do you think I pull in a week?

 

I visited my daughter's grave today to ask her to stop.

 

It didn't help.