Echo in the Dark
The blood moon crawls from behind a cloud, throwing humanoid specters against the bedroom wall.
I sit up. Something is on the floor just beyond my bed. The wind rages, and the shadows frenzy on the wallpaper. But there is a crouching shadow there that never changes.
“Alexa, turn on lights,” I say, afraid of what they will reveal.
“How do you know my name?” a girl’s voice whispers from my footboard.
“Alexa, turn on lights!” I shout.
The next day, I try rebooting it but my Echo never works again.
I guess I’m buying The Clapper.