“Peek a boo, I see you,” came the whisper. Rolling over in his bed, Dylan squinted his eyes, trying to see through the dark. “Dad?” he asked groggily. No response. Reaching over to the night stand, he turned on the lamp, flooding the room with light. Hearing a shuffle as if feet were scrambling too fast and were slipping on the slick wood floor, he sat up looking around. Nothing. Groaning, he pulled the blanket over his head going back to sleep in less than a minute,