"I Watched My Six-Year-Old Brother Shake The Last Drop Of Backwash From A Sour Milk Carton In Our Freezing Apartment, And That Singular, Heartbreaking Sound Was The Exact Moment I Realized I Had To Execute The Most Dangerous Escape Plan Of My Life Before The Monster In The Next Room Woke Up And Killed Us Both. The boy picked up the half-drunk milk carton and shook it to see if there were any drops left. That sound. It wasn’t a splash. It wasn’t a slosh. It was a dry, hollow rattle against the ca