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He might hear you.
I am pressed against the wall. My fingers are spread as wide as they will go as my palms press heavily on the drywall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold, one, two, three
I hear Him slither down the hallway. His movements are languid, snake like, as He comes after me. I can imagine it all in my head: the long, thin arms, coiling around every turn and corner, searching for me. Have you ever noticed His face? His eyesor lack thereof? I have a theory. He doesn't have eyes because He doesn't need them. He hears things. Feels things. Smells things.
I exhale, slowly, hoping not to catch His attention. It's a fruitless thought. He knows where I am. He's only playing with me. A game of cat-and-mouse, where He is the cat, and I am nothing more than a rubber mouse hiding underneath old and rusty furniture. He will
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My daughter was born on April 9th, 1981. She disappeared three days after her sixth birthday. Nobody knows how, nobody knows why. The police assumed she was kidnapped, but could find no evidence to support this theory. They found no evidence to suggest any other theories, either. They found nothing. It was as if she had simply vanished. After a long time of searching and no leads, she was presumed dead. I do not believe she is dead.
Anne is alive.
I spent hours searching through the house after the police left. I was determined to find something they had missed. I did not sleep, I did not eat. I searched, and found nothing. I cried myself to sleep. I spent hours walking through the woods, hoping to find Anne, lost and alone. I wanted her back so badly. Words cannot explain how much I missed her. I still do.
We lived in a small town, in the bush. I will not say where. Our closest neighbours were half a mile away. My husband