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Your mother, Ib, told you bedtime stories every night, but one night, she came in without a book.
“Mama, wheres the book? Are you not gonna tell me a story tonight,” You ask, tearing up.
“(Y/n), dear. I have a story to tell you, but its not from a book.,” You're mother told you. You wipe you're tears and prepare for the story. You're Mother begins.
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Garry made a noise, in between a sob and a laugh, then pulled me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around him as well, finally allowing the tears to spill down my face. They chilled me as then splashed onto the back of Garry’s winter coat.
“Oh Ib...I can’t believe it...” he said. I sniffled, burying my face into his shoulder, trying to stifle my sobs. We sat in the snow for a few moments, unaware of all of the strange looks that we were receiving from random passerby. Not that it mattered. After a long while, Garry stood up, taking my hand and helping me up off of the snow as well.
“Follow me Ib.” he said. I smiled, nodding. I followed him as he began walking in the opposite direction from the cafe. We traveled all the way across town, reaching a small hotel. He turned his head slightly, looking at me.
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My scream pierced through the night, breaking the calm silence that it had held before. This wasn’t happening...It was some sort of terrible hallucination, surely. Bud did that mean that I had gone insane? I pressed my back against the wall, closing my eyes tightly. When I opened them again, there would be nothing in the bed. Nothing at all. It would have just been my imagination. I counted to three, took a deep breath, and let out another scream. The thing sitting on the bed had haunted my nightmares since I was nine years old.
The white mannequin head from the art gallery lay on my parent’s bed, staring at me with big, black, hollow eyes. There had been hundreds all over the gallery. They had followed us. Tried to kill us. And now, here it was, in my house nine years later. As I stared at the horrible object, my heart pounding, I heard the door downstairs burst open and slam against the wall.