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Silence, a sound I hadn’t heard in years. I
wasn’t sure whether I should’ve been
relieved or afraid. Stuck with my thoughts
for so long, I finally felt free of the
monster. That thing had finally left me. Its
voice had ceased.
Yet the feeling of being watched
intensified. I wasn’t free at all. If I looked,
I’d see it standing over me.
Then came a horrific, snapping sound. The
creature moaned in pain.
I assumed that the terror I felt could not be
any more prominent. But I was wrong, so
wrong. The voice that came out was no
longer the creature’s, but something very
familiar. It was a poor imitation of it, but I
could tell with every fiber of my being that
it was my mother’s.
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