Return of the Unburied

My little brother keeps coming home every night at 1:13 AM even though we buried him on Tuesday.

We saw him in the casket, but two nights later he was standing at our door.

He looked weirdly dry, like he’d been left in the sun, and moved like a

stiff robot. He told me I shouldn't have let them take him. Last night he came

back cracking like dried clay, warning us that *they* were coming for us too.

We locked him out, but now the doorbell won't stop ringing. I hear hundreds of strange footsteps

circling the house and Liam is whispering that I need to let him in before they get inside.