I enjoyed your last contest and thank you for the prize!
Here's my entry for this week.
“Mum, let me in, it’s cold here, let me in,” he said.
I can’t see him; I know it’s not my son, he’s lying in the morgue awaiting tests to find out more on the mystery illness that took him.
You are most welcome, thank you for another eerily unsettling entry. I would start praying immediately to rebuke whatever evil spirit was impersonating my dead son.
I'm not sure praying would be enough ;)