After the funeral arrangements were made, Russell drove his two sons back to their home. Mark and Valentino both remained quiet. Not saying anything after their father took them home from the funeral. Russell, himself, was quiet. His mind was wandering off into space, as he tried to concentrate on driving to their place.
It was dark when Russell finally got there, where they live in Sparkle Town. After driving their family sports car into the garage, Mark and Valentino went straight to their bedrooms. Russell was not in the mood to be around his two sons. So, the two boys got the message to stay in their rooms for right now.
"Do you think dad will ever find love again?" Mark asked his brother, Valentino. Who was at his wooden desk, writing in his journal. With the desk lamp turned on. Valentino just shrugged and wasn't in the mood for talking this late at night. He just put in headphones and turned on his music player in his pocket. And turned up the volume on the way. Ignoring his brother.
Mark sighed and plopped his back onto his bed. He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. It was later in the night, when Mark and Valentino were both startled awake in their beds. Sitting up, they heard some kind of banging against the side of the wall, down the hall. Getting out of bed, Mark and Valentino walked out of the room.
Taking a flashlight in his hand, Mark had grabbed off the floor next to the wall, in their room, Mark and Valentino poked their heads in the dark hallway. Seeing their dad's shadow floating in the dim lit hall, Mark and Valentino both uttered cries of shock and dismay.
Russell Changeling was glowing and floating in the air. He was pounding his fists into the dry wall, next to the two boy's bedrooms. "Dad?" Mark and Valentino cried together. Seeing there was blood on the brown carpet in the hall, the two kids noticed their dad's hands were bleeding. From punching a hole into the dry wall.
"STOP!" Mark and Valentino both yelled. It was no use. Their dad was in some kind of sleepwalking trance. They hurried over to their father. They saw with fascination he was pounding his fists into an old family portrait in a glass frame of them on their vacation to Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida at the petting zoo last summer.
But Russell wasn't listening to his two kids. Still floating in midair, Russell cocked his head quickly toward them. He opened his mouth. Howling at them, his eyes glowed brightly. Making the dark hallway light up like a firecracker exploded into the house.
Shielding their eyes, the two little boys turned away from the possessed dad. "What's the matter, dad?!" Mark asked, suspiciously. As Valentino tried to bend down to the floor and pick up the bloody stained glasses from the floor.
Before anything unlike what they've experienced, dad howled extremely loudly at his two kids. He started floating at them and vanished as Russell went through Mark and Valentino. Knocking them to the ground, Valentino and Mark uttered a scream of pain. As Valentino was picking up the bloody pieces of glass off the floor, he had accidentally jabbed a sharp edge of the broken glass portrait into his brother's sides. Stabbing a wound into his side.
"I'm so sorry, bro!" Valentino shouted, trying to get the piece of glass out of his gut on his side. Valentino started to take the bloody glass. But it was making the wound even worse. As more blood from Mark's gut, pour out of his side.
"Don't pull it out!" Mark yelled, grinning painfully at the wound down in his side. "Just leave it there," Mark sobbed. "I don't know what's going on, bro. But I don't like it," Mark said, as more blood from his gut at his side dribbled down his side.
Valentino looked away from the wound in his brother's gut. "Let me take you to the couch in the living room. I'm afraid if we don't take it out, the wound will get bigger. And eventually kill you," Valentino said.
"Where did our ghost dad disappear too?" Mark asked, trying not to pass out. As they watched, another pool of blood came out of Mark's gut at his side. "He must be sleepwalking again," Mark said, cringing at this bloody wound.
Mark nodded, as if agreeing. Valentino carefully lifted his wounded brother off the floor. Careful not to let the puncture in the wound stab him badly. Valentino wasn't strong. But he wasn't weak, either.
When Valentino carried Mark into the living room. He stopped and almost dropped his wounded brother to the floor. They were both shocked to see their mom standing in the living room front door. I don't know how I got here. Nor do I remember being in the car wreck last week. But I was so happy to see my loving kids. Even though I knew they were not in good shape.
I frowned and gasped. As I watched Valentino drop his brother, Mark. And they both collapsed to the floor. This was not how I wanted to come back to life to be remembered. I wasn't going to eat their brains or anything. I was just happy to be given a second chance. Now, I was in more trouble than I thought.