Mary’s Story

Her eyes glistened with fatigue. It was the third night in a row that she’d been haunted by that voice. Agitated by the thought of being awake for another night, she cocooned herself in her duvet.

The voice spoke, this time louder. Her eyes twitched, chasing shadows in the dark room. She spoke to herself: “Nobody’s there, you’re alone.” The attempt to comfort herself fell short.

She sat upright, staring forward into the pitch black. The room remained eerily still with a gentle breeze occasionally grazing her skin. It was going to be a long night.

 

 


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